Captain's Log ... Supplementary

We're onboard the USS Enterprise ... and it's Saturday night ...

 

‘My name is James T. Kirk,

I’m the Captain of this ship.

I wake up with a smirk,

as into folklore now we slip.’

‘We’re the original and best,

and we’re really out of this world.

On every planet dream at rest,

then ‘stars and stripes’ gets unfurled.’

‘The star dates are important,

though I can’t remember why.

My space drink is so potent,

I thought that I could fly.’

‘Ah’ jus’ doant hav thu powarr...’

Scottie tells the bridge.

‘I give him half an hour,

he’s nicked the beers from my fridge.’

‘As the world falls down around us,

it’s illogical!’ cries Spock.

‘Scottie’s making such a fuss,

but he’s so drunk he can’t walk.’

‘Mr. Spock!’ I say quite loud,

‘I’ve had a couple too.

If you weren’t so Vulcan proud,

you’d down yourself a few.’

‘Jim, it’s ‘Bones’ are you alright?

I’m sorry I’m so late,

there’s something in the air tonight.

Man...can you fly this crate?’

‘Don’t worry Bones my friend,

it’s Scottie’s whiskey that I stole.

And I think we’ve reached the end,

we’re flying into that Black Hole...’

 

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Author's Note

Apologies to any serious Trekkies out there ... as my imagination boldly goes where no imagination has boldly gone before ...
Just for a change the meter and rhyme don't quite match up but it's intentional.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Laughing, crazy person .. way out in space and really enjoyable! Love the final stanza .. such fun.

[knowman]

I'm a serious Trekkie, but love the humor thanks lots.