Wednesday, November 17, 2010

O Captain Kirk...

O Captain my Captain! I fear your career is nearly dead;
The Enterprise has boldy left, they've called 911 ahead;
Ready to be beamed up, but Priceline is free falling,
Your new show bleeps and reels, but you keep on smiling?

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of redshirts,
Where on the stardeck my Captain lies,
Fallen from the Enterprise to Bleep My Dad Says.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the communicator tweeting;
Rise up—for your phaser is on stun—for you the Romulans cloaking;
For you Trekkies wear their uniforms — for you the geeks come a-crowding;
For you they come at warp speed, their eager ears a-pointing;
Here Captain! dear father!
This hand starts a mind meld;
But the results are most illogical,
You've fallen from the Enterprise to Bleep My Dad Says.

My Captain does not answer, his lips still a-swearing; 
My father does not see my tricorder, the Klingon enemies replaced by poor writing;
The Enterprise is dusty now, the final frontier is closed and done;
He came from space, where no actor has gone before;
Then he set phaser to kill.  No!  It was supposed to only be stun!
But I, with futile resistence,
Walk the stardeck where my Captain lies,
Fallen from the Enterprise to Bleep My Dad Says.

...With pardons to Walt Whitman.

This was prompted by Mama Kat's writing workshop.  I combined the poem for someone who has made me smile, and a letter to a celebrity!

Mama's Losin' It


Booyah's Momma said...

Ripping off Walt Whitman, eh? Great minds must think alike! :)

I loved Captain Kirk... but honestly, I think after the Priceline negotiator role, he had nowhere to go but up...

Jackie said...

That's great!! And I'm not even a big Star Trek fan!

Stopped by from Mama Kat's.

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