Captain KirkA Poem by BelfastBhoy69Space, the final frontier.....or so the story goes. Here's the REAL goings on aboard the Starship Enterprise.....Captain Kirk. Captain Kirk, he's such a jerk, his trousers down his boots, Overweight, wears tight shirts and even dyes his roots, The entire crew, they even knew, they'd hear it from old Scotty, His incontinence was not new, you'd find him on his Potty. I watch the show, but still don't know, the introduction blog, One moment he is Captain Kirk, the next he's Captain Slog, Uhura has that lollipop, stuck deep inside her ear, Has she even tasted it, it's still unwrapped I fear? I've seen the Klingons all en-masse, they are a dreaded curse, The ones I saw on Kirkies' a*s, his cling-ons are much worse, And Mister Spock his trusted friend, so calm and quite the smarty, Got the call, to throw a ball, an inter-stellar party. Romulans, Andorans and Bajorans too, Invited to the party, with the Captains' crew, All shapes and different sizes and colors came that night, Some had used disguises, so as not to give a fright. The Galactic party this year, was crashed by Kirkies' fans, They emptied fridges stacked with beer, 'cause they were all Vul-cans, The Ship got thrashed, nearly crashed, it ended before brekkie, There is no place, like outer space, to party like a Trekkie. Jim would never weary, of the question that was said, It was a funny query, "Why the third ear on your head?" He started and he counted and made it very clear, "One and two", then pointed, "Space, the final front-ear!" © 2015 BelfastBhoy69Author's Note
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