There's one planet that looks ripe for the taking
Two that need a bit of work
One more may terraform sometime
But who knows on it what may lurk?
Five rocks and remains of a sixth one
It must have happened long ago
We could use their minerals
Getting them our is the show
O wonderful, glorious planet
You look so much like our own
But gone is our Sun and our families
And we are left all alone
O planet of our desirings
Your storm bands so radiant and bright
What animal life do you bring us
By shrouded day and gas-clouded night?
Not a wonderful poem, but I like playing on perspectives - from the first few lines it looks like they're looking at Earth, and then it turns out they're gas-giant-dwelling aliens.
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