The Adventures of Star Trek: a poem

There’s Klingons on the starboard bow,

The Borg are on our tail,

The Romulans just decloaked on port,

And the Ferengi are raising hell.

Tribbles are in the ventilation,

Q is up to no good,

The Hirogen want our bones for sport,

And the Horta feels misunderstood.

The Holograms play in the Holodeck,

The Gorn chase us with rocks,

The Orions are dancing all about,

And Trelane wants us in his box.

These are the adventures of Star Trek;

There’re always new people to meet,

There’re always new things to do,

And there’re always new places to be.

~Capt. Shinypants