( A poem I found in an old _Star Trek_ 'zine, _Spockanalia #3._ I didn't write it, but want to share it. )

( And All Fandom Was Plunged Into War... )

The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry ( Read more... )

There was a girl from the Levant
With morals surprisingly scant,
In bed with a man,
She said "Yes, you can!"
And now her dear sister's an aunt.

Casey ended Caylee's life,
O.J. Simpson killed his wife.
Despite the way the people squawked,
The juries fumbled, and they walked.
I think for them the perfect fate
Is to meet up, shack up and mate.
And those who see them finally matched
May place bets on who'll be dispatched.

--Ravenclaw Eric