don't anyone put Mars on my computer
bad enough man's exploited the moon
leave the poets some intrigue and romance
let human beings imagine and swoon
not all allure comes at your fingertips
controlled by mechanical mouse
as long as there's life left within me
never mind if there's any on Mars
that planet's not coming in my house
it belongs up on high with the stars
I'm with you on this one, Maureen. There are some things that are better left to the imagination. Might I suggest, you switch the last two lines and make of them a separate stanza for structural conformity and intensified impact.
Old fashioned sentiment with a modern flair. Well put Mo!