On the Martian Regolith
by Phoenix (aka Elaine P)
My designation is “Phoenix,†from a mythological creature,
An ornithic absurdity with one well-known feature:
I t periodically burns, then is reborn from the ash,
In Human colloquial speech, this is sheer balderdash.
My shovel continually perforates the regolith,
A substance I shall not hesitate to explain forthwith:
It is the dusty top layer of Planet Mars’ soil,
Formed from the impact of meteoric toil.
Mars’ tectonic plates, unlike Earth’s, never collide,
The atmosphere is composed of 95% carbon dioxide,
The temperature ranges from 68 degrees Fahrenheit
To negative 225 during the frigid Martian night.
The colors of Mars take on quite different hues
From those of Earth, a planet often called blue,
At mid-day the sky colors range from reddish to pink,
But sunsets are bluish, at least that is what I think.
I have learned to write poems from mathematician Euwaite,
I hope all who read this will think it is great.
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