Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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The Trouble with Tribbles: a rondeau
Tribbles in my cup. If that wasn't enough,
there were Klingons too. And, to top it off
there was a grain of which everyone knew
but me. Quadrotriticale. And who
may I ask, who made that awful name up?
It's wheat! We were dragged here to guard wheat. What
were they thinking? Yeah, it's important stuff…
still… and tribbles! They stuck to walls like glue!
Tribbles in my cup,
too. Did I mention? Purring balls of fluff.
And they had babies. …Enough is enough!
Everyone liked them. Everyone. Spock too.
Answer me a question now, please, will you?
Do you like tribbles too? You…What? You do?
Tribbles in my cup.
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