Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
A/N: I'm not sure which one I like better.
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Poem One: Short and Rhyming
A teddy bear.
The Doctor thought it was hilarious.
The Captain said, "what?"
Amanda was highly amused.
Sarek disapproved.
And I…did not really care.
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Poem Two: Longer and Not-Rhyming
I knew
something would happen
when the Doctor and my mother got together.
It was a teddy bear, this time.
She looked at me, for a moment,
and in her eyes was a question—
'Well, shall I tell him?'
There was no way I could have stopped her,
and the way she asked, it was
as if we were the ones to be getting one up on the Doctor
instead of the other way around.
I nodded—
to anyone not looking for it, I might have looked
as though I was apprehensive
(no matter that it's an emotion)
but she noticed the truth.
With a smile, she turned to the Doctor—
And for some reason, the situation did not seem
as embarrassing as it should
(as it probably would, later—)
Anyway, it was a teddy bear.
We had the satisfaction of seeing him speechless for a moment,
before the grin came.
Of course it came.
Quickly, I mentioned the fangs.
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