12 June 2012
The Poirem are mighty, Other races too flighty. With our skin so teal, Your planets we'll steal!
Prepare for war. Here to settle the score, On who is supreme, Answered by your scream!
With a fleet of battleships, Your sun we'll eclipse. With an army of droids, You'd be best to avoid.
The Glarce with skin clear, We will show them who to fear. Have them on the run, As we blow up their sun.
For the purple Sqrawks, We'll send a miasma of pox. Their extinction looms, They'd better build tombs.
And saved for last, Are the green-y yellow Yast. Their world we'll invade, And set up a blockade.
The plan is perfect, What do you expect? The Poirem are coming, Your doom is forthcoming.
Poirem Might! • Opuss № I