THE RIME OF THE VULCAN MARINER
It is a space-age mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
“By thy verdant skin and too-sharp ears,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
The star bar’s doors are opened wide,
And I’m expected in;
My skirt is small, my hair is tall,
And Kirk will buy me gin.”
He holds her with his mental meld–
The busty babe stood still,
And listens like a three years’ child:
The Vulcan hath her will.
With Captain Kirk forgotten now,
She listens full of fear;
And thus spake on with logic cool,
The man with pointy ear.
“The ship was cleared, no Klingon feared,
Steadily did we warp
Beyond the Earth, beyond the moon,
Beyond Tau Ceti Four.
“A temporal anomaly
Is quite a sight to see!
It shines so bright, that time’s not right
And muons all go free.”
to be continued…if the yay votes outnumber the nay…
Cara King, author of My Lady Gamester (which would have been the first ever Regency Romance Epic Poem had the copyeditor only gone on vacation when she promised she would)