December 28, 2013
Ode to The Red Shirts
An ode to Away Team security;
Those single-serving sailors of space.
Rarely a line do they utter,
Mostly a groan or a mutter,
With their Captain they must stay apace.
Always the first to die on a mission,
They're the caged canaries in the cave.
Disruptor beams, mosquito bites,
Lightning striking just right.
They're either most unlucky or most brave.
An Away team mission without red shirts?
Bite your Trek-tratorious tongue in twain!
Ask any in the know,
Get a name in the show,
And a blue or gold shirt you'll attain.
Posted by DL Sly at December 28, 2013 12:22 PM
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What a HOOT!!!
Posted by: MathMom at December 28, 2013 10:14 PM
Well, you were the inspiration, MM. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I know I enjoyed the cookies!
Posted by: DL Sly at December 29, 2013 02:17 AM
You did well! HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Posted by: MathMom at December 29, 2013 08:32 AM
Posted by: DL Sly at December 29, 2013 12:25 PM