Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. That's Gene Roddenberry. And I am no Gene Roddenberry.
Spock, oh Spock
With the emotional range of a rock
With eyebrows and pointy ears, too
I said he was null
He found it quite dull
And nearly snapped me in two
Spock, oh Spock
You smell like a sock
That happens to be very new
You scare me a lot
With that glare that you've got
So please don't snap me in two
Spock, oh Spock
From the scary Vulcan flock
Hit me upside the head with his shoe
He looks very mad
And that makes me quite sad
Because he's so going to snap me in two
Spock, oh Spock
There's blood on your smock
And on your blue jumpsuit, too
I think that it's mine
But that's just fine
Just please don't snap me in two!
Aha, only mindless - very mindless, mind you - lymerics written of Spock by the lovely Captain Kirk. Vaguely inspired by a chat I had with my friend, Zero, about Star Trek and the origin of slash fics. We said that Kirk definitely writes poems to Spock in his spare time. ;D Lol...Well, reivew if you liked it! Or didn't like it! Or decided that I'm just odd.
Live long and prosper.