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The witches on Mars are ugly and *bent,
Their evil on earth being utterly spent.
    The red planet devours them with relishing joy
    And, licking its lips, seeks more to enjoy.

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On earth, they performed abominable deeds
But soon were dispatched with almighty speed.
     They loved hurting others, each kept a black cat
      And you’d recognize one in a tall pointed hat.

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Their lives upon Mars are, for certain, not long.
They’re soon polished off as a penance for wrongs.
    There are no human beings, no dogs, no black cats;
    Just a red hungry planet, so that is just that!

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The witches on Mars don’t have time to reflect
For it’s such a hot place - well I would suspect.
    I’ll not take up witchcraft and I’ll try to be good 
    By writing for you!  Well, it’s best that I should!

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* Bent: dishonest, corrupt, ie wicked

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