A VISIT TO SICKBAY
BY DANNY MOSIER
My name is Ensign Smith Shooting things is my game In a battle I'll grab my phaser And things should surely tame.
Since I'm nothing more than a redshirt I'm rarely sent out to duty But once Kirk told me to go to Exo III I knew I would get some booty.
Thus we went down And things seemed fine But I later wandered off And I heard a loud whine.
The world became black And the world wasn't with me But then the brightest light came And I thought I would never see.
Thus I saw that I was in Sickbay With the McCoy by my side Then I saw Ensign Jameson Then Chapel came and cried.
"He's dead, Jim", said McCoy to Kirk. "He still hasn't recovered from Alfa 117 He was such a nice boy I hope he's in heaven".
My tears then began to water This guy was my friend! All he did was go on a mission And there he met his end.
Thus I screamed 'Don't go Jameson! You're the best of the best of the best! If you shall meet your end I shall too go to rest!"
I grabbed the phaser at my side And McCoy yelled "NO!' I lifted up against my chin And up the phaser did go.
The beam bounced all around the room And broke through the door I saw that it hit the computer And McCoy screamed like a boar.
"It's a fire!" yelled McCoy "And it's right next to the brandy! If that fire gets any closer We shall become melted candy!"
Thus everyone ran out of the room And covered their heads Then an idea came to me That might prevent us from being dead.
I then grabbed some clear liquid And poured it over the flame I then began to wail For Vodka was its name
I hid behind a table and prayed to god That bad would not be my fate Then I looked over the table And fortune it did create.
I saw that the vodka mixed with the fire Made a very shiny metal Girls around the galaxy would go nuts for this And the competition would be subtle!
Thus I left the Enterprise And started a business of my own I became very rich And called my special material 'Jamesonroan'
THE END
BY DANNY MOSIER
My name is Ensign Smith Shooting things is my game In a battle I'll grab my phaser And things should surely tame.
Since I'm nothing more than a redshirt I'm rarely sent out to duty But once Kirk told me to go to Exo III I knew I would get some booty.
Thus we went down And things seemed fine But I later wandered off And I heard a loud whine.
The world became black And the world wasn't with me But then the brightest light came And I thought I would never see.
Thus I saw that I was in Sickbay With the McCoy by my side Then I saw Ensign Jameson Then Chapel came and cried.
"He's dead, Jim", said McCoy to Kirk. "He still hasn't recovered from Alfa 117 He was such a nice boy I hope he's in heaven".
My tears then began to water This guy was my friend! All he did was go on a mission And there he met his end.
Thus I screamed 'Don't go Jameson! You're the best of the best of the best! If you shall meet your end I shall too go to rest!"
I grabbed the phaser at my side And McCoy yelled "NO!' I lifted up against my chin And up the phaser did go.
The beam bounced all around the room And broke through the door I saw that it hit the computer And McCoy screamed like a boar.
"It's a fire!" yelled McCoy "And it's right next to the brandy! If that fire gets any closer We shall become melted candy!"
Thus everyone ran out of the room And covered their heads Then an idea came to me That might prevent us from being dead.
I then grabbed some clear liquid And poured it over the flame I then began to wail For Vodka was its name
I hid behind a table and prayed to god That bad would not be my fate Then I looked over the table And fortune it did create.
I saw that the vodka mixed with the fire Made a very shiny metal Girls around the galaxy would go nuts for this And the competition would be subtle!
Thus I left the Enterprise And started a business of my own I became very rich And called my special material 'Jamesonroan'
THE END