I have a clingy martian boyfriend.
Gone is the mystery.
He always knows what I am thinking
due to telepathy.
If I think of him in orbit
in a beam of light he does appear.
Darn that teleportation!
He’s always lurking near.
He will skip a probing
if he knows I’m in the galaxy.
Sometimes: “Please lose him in the cosmos!”
is my plea to gravity!
His pick up line was classic
“I come in love” (to humans, we say “peace”)
But how can I really date a Martian
who wears a cologne called “Autops-me.”
He writes poetry by the book full
on how I turn his cold blood colder still.
The crop circles of my face however
are a bit of overkill.