May 17, 2010 09:39
Taking shape slowly on Facebook, here because...well, Facebook notes suck as a publishing medium.
The captain strode out on the deck
the stars above and below
"Fire up to warp and we'll be off
lets make those tail rockets glow!"
The first mate forced the thrusters
as the captain raised her patch
"Quicker about it, you freeze dried dogs!
We've got a prince to catch!"
The prince he was a rich kid
Out on a pleasure cruise
He liked fast ships and deep fried chips
And washed it all down with booze
Her patch revealed a glowing green eye
a whir with machines microscopic
Performing a million calculations
Don't think our dear captain myopic
(To be continued)