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On top of Ol' Pokey
(Crew's nickname for Spock)
There perched Miss Uhura
Amidships--mid-dock'!

Away teaming love birds
Flocked lick-ety split
Tricorders forgotten,
Both set to 'transmit'!

So streamed passion's climax
Straight onto the bridge
In hyper-spaced IMAX
Raw feed unabridged!

Then they 'reverse cowgirled'
We shuddered in shock
Traditional 'male role'
Was *not* played by Spock!

Some lily lace panties
Well graced his green skin
But spoke of Yicck Secrets™
Of Vulcan within!

Next Chekhov--then Sulu
Slipped faint to the floor
As Spock unleashed bosoms
He'd hid heretofore!

And then 'hura switch hit,
Whole crew heaving yock,
"She's slipped her Borg 'brator
In *VJ* of Spock?!"

The two alter'mated
Hermaphrobyte fun
Then winked at the cam'ra
And mouthed "Having fun?"

And thus we're exploring
Strange wor-lds indeed
Where 'quarky' hung Vulcans
Can nurse and 'can' bleed!

The thrust of this tale's rude
Though not for the smirk--
But rather, "Thank L.Ron
Someone's out-kinked Kirk!"

Now Spock's still commander
His logic yet rocks:
"You'll forthwith address me,
'Yes Sir, Miss'ter Spock'!"

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