There was a quick challenge on The Iron Writer to write a poem about Obama including the words Mars, Insurance, "Grey Matter" and "Chunky Chocolate Chips." Here's my entry, written over lunch:
Going to Mars, yes we can
We have the grey matter
Let us all fund NASA’s plan
Their budget’s been flatter
Never been this far in space
Here we all are rookies
I like chunky chocolate chips
When it comes to cookies
There will be guitars on Mars
You have my assurance
USPS ships them out
Buy the right insurance
Hope you like my new campaign
Taking us to space now
Bade bade deshon mein
You know what I mean. Ciao!
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