a/n This is an old, and not very sensible , poem :) , another ScoTpress one.

Spoilers: Trouble with Tribbles

I do not own anything to do with Star Trek , Paramount does, though.


Tribble in Store


The level was quiet, no person in sight,

They all gathered there from the left and the right.

Thousands and thousands poured in from below.

From bulkhead to food hatch they seethed to and fro.

Silently surging they shuffled through doors,

They crawled on the view screens and slid on the floors.

Then at last they were there at the scene of their crime,

The doors were just closing, they got through in time.

Then up to the air vents they wriggled as one,

The guards did not see them or know where they'd gone.


At the end of the air vent they bounced to the ground.

Still silent as shadows they jostled around,

Then suddenly started a terrible din,

As one had located an overturned bin.

With mewing and purring and cooing with glee,

They surrounded the wheat store and started their tea.

They happily munched for an hour or so,

When no wheat remained they decided to go.

So, fat and contented they moved in a throng.

They thought they weren't noticed-alas they were wrong.


They were seen by a yeoman who passed by the vent,

And heard all the noise; for the Captain he sent.

"Oh No!" cried the Captain, "That's all that I need!

I `ll be down in a minute, just stay by that seed!

So the yeoman just stood, looking down at the floor,

Till his Captain arrived and said,"Open that door!"

"But I can't!" said the yeoman," It seems to be stuck."

"Move away!" said the Captain," And I`ll take a look."

"Look out!" cried the yeoman. It moved, as he'd feared,

Under mountains of Tribbles, James Kirk disappeared.


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