The fluorescent screen in our lounge,

Mirrored the bridge’s onboard viewer

Gaining a look into unfamiliar fictitious worlds.

We encountered both friendly and unfriendly aliens.

Pointed ears, blue faces, or lizard-like Gorn

Occasionally, it was all just too much 

After all, I was only nine

It wasn’t Dr Who scary, but it was close

They whisked us weekly across the cosmos

“Warp speed Mr Scott”

Catching up with our intrepid explorers

Enterprise NCC 1701

“Signal Starfleet Lt. Uhura”

 

I felt sorry for those dressed in red shirts

We all knew that they would soon die

Superfluous to this or any landing party.

Then our all-conquering hero steps forth

Commanding this and that and them 

Like an Alexander the Great facsimile

He was always in complete control

Dominating time and space

Young women looked upon him sensually

he returned their look with a smirk

Stouter men parted with respect

he never even noticed them

|Whilst Tribbles simply adored him

 

Intelligence ran second best to the physical

The cerebral bowed low to toned abs.

Spock versus Kirk

Human versus Vulcan, their man-love unbetrothed

Two men with more differences than similarities

Yet ready to put those differences aside

Where the needs of the many 

outweighed the needs of the few

Or the one

 

In later episodes, the aliens were better costumed

Often more prolific, often more horrific

Still those fragile, lost, and abandoned girls

Longed for their federation champions

There was a need for more intelligent scripts 

The captain couldn’t fight every alien

The crew must devise logical plans to outwit

If they were to live long and prosper,

There was only so much posturing 

our ageing hero could continue.

The toned abs of our captain Kirk, held tight

by a close-fitting banded corset.

Empathetically supplied by Dr McCoy

J.T. often required other support

His hair flapped like it was unattached

Uncontrolled, ungoverned, unglued

But he was still our favourite captain

Racing across federation space

To complete his and their vital mission

In the allotted fifty minutes.

“Impulse power Mr Sulu.”

“Phaser banks ready, Mr Chekov.”