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- From: Bruce.Feist@f615.n109.z1.fidonet.org
- Newsgroups: alt.music.filk
- Subject: ST Nick #1
- X-Sender: newtout 0.05 Dec 30 1992
- Message-ID: <16110a83@ofa123.fidonet.org>
- Date: 31 Dec 92 07:26:52
- Lines: 79
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- I feel that I must subject you all to the next posting, as well as the two
- which follow it. They were sent to me by a friend; I have no idea of who
- originated them. I tried following the chain back, but lost the trail after
- tracing it back four people, each of whom had gotten it elsewhere. I ass-u-me
- that they're not copyrighted material.
-
- Enjoy!
-
- -----------------------------------------
-
- An Enterprising Christmas
-
- 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship,
- Not a computer was working, not even a blip;
- The radios were silenced by Uhura with care,
- In hopes that the Federation would forget they were there.
-
- The crewmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
- While visions of Wrigley's Pleasure Planet danced in their heads;
- And Kirk in his quarters, and Arex in his nest,
- Had just settled down to a well-deserved rest.
-
- When down in the labs there arose such a clatter,
- Kirk sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
- To the turbolift he rushed with a roar,
- Dropped down two decks and burst from the door.
-
- The light in the walls of the corridor space
- Gave dimness of evening to the Captain's face;
- When, what to his suspicious eyes should appear,
- But three anti-grav units, piled high with some gear.
-
- Behind them a fellow, dressed up all in red,
- With a white flowing beard and a cap on his head.
- More stealthily than Klingons, his helpers they came,
- And he whispered and motioned, and called them by name.
-
- "Now Yeoman! Now Ensign! Now Nurse and Lieutenant!
- Be quick now, Commander! We have a time limit!
- To the rooms of the crew! To the end of each hall!
- Now dash it and darn it! Be quiet you all!"
-
- As good warriors ready to enter a fray,
- When they meet with a leader, rush to obey,
- So up to the sixth deck, the helpers they flew,
- Each pair with a grav unit, and the gear piled on, too.
-
- And, in the twinkling, Kirk gave hot pursuit
- To see what this fellow would do with his look.
- As he hid in a niche, and was turning to spy,
- Out of a room, the fellow backed with a sigh.
-
- He was covered in fur, from his foot to his dome,
- And his body was rounded with stuffing of foam;
- White trimming about his fat belly traversed,
- And he looked like a tribble, just ready to burst!
-
- The end of a stylus he helt tight in his fist,
- And marked off each stop on his computer print list.
- His droll little mout was drawn up in a grin
- That went almost unseen 'neath the beard on his chin.
-
- His helper was taller, and dressed up like an elf,
- And Kirk smiled when he saw him, in spite of himself;
- THe slant of a brow and the point of an ear,
- Soon made Kirk to know he had nothing to fea.
-
- They spoke not a word, but went straight to their chore
- And placed a wrapped package inside every door.
- Then meeting the others, all finished and done,
- They headed back down, from where they had come.
-
- Kirk sprang from his niche, to watch them take therir leave,
- And the last thin he saw was the red fellow's sleeve.
- But Kirk heard him exclaim as he dove out of sight,
- "I'm a doc, not a Santa. Hope I got everything right."
-
-
- --- Maximus 2.01wb
-