In Which I Relish The Stories From Far Barsoom

I can't get over how much pulpy fun
Is to be had in these groovy old tales
Of far Barsoom. I'm glad I'm not yet done
With all eleven books. Amazing fails
As a descriptive term. While all cliches
Of pulp at its most base appear herein:
The manly men 'pon whom the damsels gaze
In helpless admiration as they win
Each battle, by their arms or wits and beat
All odds; the ugly, evil foes who lose
Each time... Simplicity deceives. Too neat
A story seems, but look again and choose
To see beyond the pulp into the wise
And wry comments on people and their lies.