It was, and always will be, 1969
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.”
Sat 25th Mar 2023 10:11
I will be re-titling this piece Stardate 22995.3 which is the star trek date conversion for July 12th 1969, the UK date for the launch of this great ongoing story,
I know I sound a bit geekish, but this was just 8 days before Neil Armstrong walked on the moon and we all considered we would be buzzing around in starships very soon, especially a nine-year-old boy with a vivid imagination
Fri 24th Mar 2023 17:12
Enjoyed this, JD. William Shatner subsequently became the master of deadpan humour, although he wasn't always aware of it. All sounds a bit Corbynite now - for the many, not the few (or the one!)
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