Poetry of Pellucidar
By John Martin
Earth -- Here, There, Everywhere
Earth in the present in Burroughs'
Had Tarzan roaming the Afro
Earth in the future, in Burroughs'
Had men from the Moon and a
Earth in the past saw the Son
Sticking a spear in ferocious
Apaches prowled the Sonoran hills,
But Carter was not among their
The isles of Earth had savage
Who hunted men to grace their
Monstrous Men in Earth's orient
Dogged a prof where'er he went;
Billy Byrne from Middle Earth
Was a brawler from his birth;
And Custer in Earth's mountains
Took the place of a maniac.
So Burroughs heroes, 'round the
Fought 'neath many flags unfurled,
And not the least of all there
The core of Earth: Pellucidar.
Unknown to men who live above,
The Inner World, a land to love,
Where hangs the ever noon-day
A timeless world that cowards
Its sailors never sail by stars,
Its beasts include fierce dinosaurs;
And quite by happenstance one
Two outer crust men found their
Down to Earth's fabled nether
Where they from henceforth would
Now, let us seek this land, bizarre,
Let's go explore Pellucidar!
Ode to Some Women of Pellucidar
I don't want to romance Rhump,
Nor spoon with Sloo, nor nuzzle
Nor listen to a fugue with Fooge,
Or watch Grum chew, as on a
And poor ol' Gluck is outa luck,
Don't want these gals; their
names are mud.
Mbonga in Middle Earth
Many mouths were left agape,
On reading "Tarzan of the Apes."
For in that book ERB did describe
Mbonga's fierce man-eater tribe.
Mbonga one day left his vill,
And found a cavern in a hill.
He went inside a bit too far,
And walked right down to Pellucidar.
There he fought with lizard men
Who came at him again, again.
He acquired many sore ribs
And battle scars from all these
And of the Horibs who had died,
He would sometimes have them
Sometimes boiled, sometimes
Never raw but sometimes toasted.
But, tiring of incessant battle,
Mbonga dreamed of eating cattle.
So back he went to land of birth,
The outer crust he knew as earth.
He looked for happier times above,
With singing birds and turtle
With sweet sweet songs of little
But found instead the awful
In the comics of the Dell,
Tarzan battled Terribs well.
But some of them had got away,
And saw Mbonga as their prey.
So once again he went to
And many Terribs did he gore.
The tasty critters made good
With just a little bit o' heatin'
But after awhile he had to say,
"A little of this goes a long,
He longed to eat some luscious
Instead of always fighting Terribs.
And so, he returned to Pellucidar
To try a bit of baked Mahar.
But there Mbonga once again,
Found only nasty lizard men.
He opened a string of butcher
Which specialized in Horib chops.
The Terribs came back down to
What had become of their enemy.
Mbonga welcomed them to his venue
And soon had added them to his
Now, on this food, to have your
Ask for Horib d'oeuvres or Terra
Taking the Cure
David was a miner; he hunted
for king coal,
And digging it was how he piled
cash onto his roll.
But coal dust hit his nostrils,
when wafted by a breeze,
And wasn't long 'til he was
struck with deadly lung disease.
Dr. Abner Perry had exhausted
To try to find a cure for the
clogging in his chest.
He finally ordered therapy within
an iron lung,
And told him he might have a
chance because he was so young.
"You need a change of climate,"
the doctor said to him,
"You need to go where air is
clear for vigor and for vim.
"That iron lung is good for
now, but I will make you whole,
"By giving you a ride in my
new-fangled iron mole."
We'll run the thing into the
ground because I've heard the earth
Comes with a hollow center where
we'll get our money's worth.
We'll see things that no upper
cruster dweller's ever seen;
And breathe in unpolluted air
to make your insides clean.
They got inside the iron mole
and fastened safety belts,
David looking forward to acquiring
Living as a caveman, and meeting
Hanging out with other guys
who'd be his hunting pals.
He chanced to meet a pretty lass
whose name was Jubalee,
Menaced by an ugly villain named
He told his foe, "Die, Anthony!"
and slugged him with his fist,
And Jubalee became his bride;
this gal could not resist.
The clean air of the inner world
met David's every need,
The black coal dust within his
lungs no longer did impede.
"I like it in Pellucidar, and
though I'm just a temp,
"I think I'll stick around and
don the new clothes of the Emp."
Because it was a greenhouse,
the balance in the weather
Let Jubalee and David frolic
in the altogether.
And since the sun up in the
sky was always fixed at noon,
Their lived for every moment
of eternal honeymoon
Now if you get an illness that
the docs up here can't cure,
Just travel to Pellucidar where
all the air is pure.
You'll live a long and happy
life without a single snag,
Unless of course you happen
to get trampled by a thag.
And on the Eighth Day…
God took out His golden knife
And sliced the earth in two,
As if it were an avocado,
Full of greenish goo.
Having done it perfectly,
The next step did proceed;
He took his giant teaspoon and
Popped out the mighty seed.
Next He took both halves and
Them back as they had been,
With His fingers sealing up
The slit that cut the skin.
He poked a finger in the top
To make a hole quite wide
So prehistoric animals and men
Could get inside.
He looked at what He'd done
And, being God, He understood,
That He had made Pellucidar
And it was very good.
The Lure of Pellucidar
I want to go to Pellucidar,
Where Abner, David and Dian
Where lurks the mighty dinosaur,
And old age hardly leaves a
I want to go to the Inner World,
With horizon every upward curled,
Where the Star of David is unfurled,
And from the mast of the Amoz
I don't want to go by Pole;
I want to go in the Iron Mole,
And burrow through a seam of
Until I finally reach my goal.
I want to sail on the Az with
(A Navy man without a flaw);
Like Heyerdahl, aboard the Ra,
His seamanship's the highest
I want to sail up North so far,
And attack the Port of ol' Korsar;
Just give me a ship, don't got
To steer 'er by in Pellucidar.
I want to roam 'neath the noonday
With plenty of ammo and a trusty
So leviathans that weigh a ton
Will see me coming and decide
I want to take my savage mate
Out on a noonday luncheon date;
For a snorting thag we'll lie
Then eat it raw, its natural
I'll battle Mahars face to face,
And make them yield to the human
And when I'm tired of the hectic
I'll put the book back in its