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Question: The Poet Birth of Mars!?
Martian Triplets
By Semper Fi Reborn

On a red planet,
Like the Earth seen through bloodshot eyes!.
A female Martian went into the throes of labor!.
A labor that would last for 24 hours, 24 minutes, and 24 seconds,
Giving Kiefer Sutherland a chance to star in 24!.
And the mother a "C" section!.
At exactly 24 O'Clock, a trio of idiots were born!. (Rather they were escorted briskly out of the birth canal by something with rough cold hands)!.
Mom took one look at her trio and said in a strangled croak, "buk, ta dah, semper"!. Then she commenced to beat herself into a coma!. She became the first organic vegetable on Mars!. Her sons were put on a garbage ship and blasted to Earth!. Where they would bore the masses with crap like this!.
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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
Man, I love it when you get all sentimental about our mother!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

The same with the kids doing all their childishness to you, and you can't but love them,
the man (some men) has some magnetism you cannot say how, from where !.!.!. despite of !.!.!. cause of their ancient wisdom, cause of their talent into mockery, cause of their witticism - to name some I appreciate, cause of any other quality they may have and you cannot really resist to !.!.!.

Your imagination is catching!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I'm all choked up!.!.!.this is epic, like the story of Romulus, Remus and Rhombus, the three orphans raised by a she-elk and then went on to found the tri-cities of Davenport Iowa, Moline and Rock Island Illinois!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

The labor was worth every second of it!. The sons of Mars were sent to Earth to bring laughter and wisdom to the third rock from the sun's dying masses!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

This has got to be one of your most hilarious posts!
At least she got the names out before the beating commenced!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Geez, what about the extended family!? Where did they come from!. I'm so confused!.!.!.now I must look for my origins!. How long does it take to fly to Mars!? Www@QuestionHome@Com

Crap it is if no one reads it!. As for the trio, look at how they grew in the heady atmosphere!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

I have to admit!.!.!.I agree with almost every word, especially the last couple of lines!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

Having birthed twins sans anesthesia can any of you wonder I quit while I was ahead!?! They're comics, too!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.God help me!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

A great laugh out loud piece!.Thanks for making the day just a little more enjoyable!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever!.!.!."

Learn the meaning of those words before writing poetry!. Please!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

And here I thought you came from Uranus!. Who woulda thunkWww@QuestionHome@Com

I knew it! Mars has Twin suns, at least make that Triple suns! AKA Huey, Dewie and LouieWww@QuestionHome@Com

This is more entertaining than watching a man slip on a banana peel!

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it's ok!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

I am compelled to answer like this !.!.!.!.hope you do not mind !.!.!.!.

all I can see is a gift !.!.a rite !.!.!.a treasure
from gods very own handed measure
the gift to give life by bearing a birth
where one can have the sweetest warming hearth
from where love grows in the heart
making each ones life with a nice start
it is then to teach them to be good and well
no hate should ever grow or dwell
love is the best gift of them all
so let all open their hearts letting down any wall
treasure moments of autumn leaves that fall down
treasure good people no matter if they are white or brown
make each day the most for all around
giving all to make the earth more sound
good will and kind deeds and acts
lets hope others will take this pack
to do more each and every day
but I must remember it begins here within I say
love your words sir in these poems wise words
taking them I do gather them in knowledge herds !.!.!.

thanxs for sharing =)))))Www@QuestionHome@Com