Here' a place for silly poems:
There was an old Captain from lore,
Who traded in women and more,
He blew up his ship,
And cut short his trip,
so Mudd will be trading no more!
Phasers are red,
Warp engines are blue,
If you bother WishStone,
I'll kill all your crew!
Last week I saw a tribble,
And to it I did say,
"Stop eating all my plo 'meek soup,
Or Phaser you I may"
Once I saw a little tribble,
Sitting on the bridge,
I looked away for just one sec,
And now it's in the fridge!
I sighed at little tribble,
For now in one huge mound,
Were lots of little tribbles,
All soft and furred and round
There are mine for now
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I made it out of clay,
And when it's dry and ready,
That tribble I will spay.
Seriously, if you don't there'll be like 500.
LOL. Good one.
Oh woe is me,
For I just missed tea.
I spayed my tribble
it vomited up upon the bathroom floor
my cub sehlat laughed at seeing such fun
and my client disconnected me!
Then they came and killed us too.
But don't you worry, don't you fret,
cuz us Tribbles are still a threat.
Need someone small, lean and mean?
Call 800 Tribble 'Rines.
EDIT: On a semi-related sidenote, Go mil
oh wrong thread.. Poem..
Raven wants a blimp and looks so Hip
For her you should do a back flip
its hard to rhyme zeppelin if you dress like vanheulen.
Targs can and tribbles cant
chase a bat'leths feint
When motion accelerates the action
I'll be on RISA creating passion
I met a tribble who wasn't there.
It wasn't there again today
My I wish it would go away.