Poetry In Space, The Lost Episode Options

[Cleo_Serapis]

"Z".....to the second power...


You've got the POWER........Beam me up!  :guitar:  :grinning:  :cowboy:

This is great Lar!

Should I post the Trek Talk challenge here? Didn't fair too well at PK... Different crowd here though?

Cheers!
~Cleo  :pharoah:

[Guest_Zeus²_*]

There comes a time when we discover another segment of new knowledge.
 In this case it was the result of an anomaly in outer space.
Having found just a few bits and fragments of a long lost episode of the original Star Trek, this program deals with that fact.
Featured will be a small  glimpse of that taking place on the bridge of the starship Enterprise. The usual cast of characters
are present.This strange causation that occurred, was, that while in the grasp of this anomaly, all crew members were forced to speak in poetic rhyme. I managed to rescue very few bits of dialog, some of which are included.
I have also taken a lot of dramatic license.(From a passel of thought’s
from Cleo )
The scene is on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise mission .

Poetry In Space ~ The Lost Episode


Kirk:     “ I said give me the brandy, I’M CAPTAIN KIRK !
              don’t stand there like a jerk,

Bones:     No, I don’t think so, not now
               not to drink was part of your vow,

Spock:     Captain, this doesn’t even look real,
               to your higher duty, I appeal,

Scotty:     Aye Captain, make up your mind,
               this mission is for mankind,
       
Sulu:        Sir, without analysis, this means death!
               oxygen depleting, soon be out of breath,

Kirk:         Spock, what do you make of this,
               are we headed for the abyss?

Spock:      Captain, strange – step by step I’ve made
                the correct and logical decisions, still afraid,

Bones:      Spock, your father is a computer, correct?
               we expect that your brain should connect,

Scotty:     What have you done to Spock’s brain?
               can’t you see, he’s wilting under this strain,

Kirk:         Well, either choke me or cut my throat,
               or all of you, just get off this boat,

Worf:       HoD,nuqDaq yuch Dapol DuJ ?  {Klingon language }
              ( Captain, where do you keep the chocolate on this ship? )
Kirk:         I think Beth took it all, on her last trip."

                                                     ( to be continued)