Member Poem

Mars Colony 1 Under Attack

Nobody knew

What happened to the mice,

Evolved to survive, people say,

Like that explains it.

Grandpa was working in red dome

When it happened,

Bloody scrap of suit,

all Grandma got back;

She was never the same since.

Don't know who thought of putting out the moss,

The tardigrades come for the moss;

You don't see them,

Wouldn't want to,

with their sucking, tooth-ringed mouths,

And so many bulbous, jiggly legs.

They deal with te mice though,

Never bother anything else,

Unless...you forget the moss.