Sit right down and crack open a beer
Here’s a little poem about the final frontier
There’s a universe out there for us to explore
This poem is boldly going where no poem has gone before
Whether we start from the start
Or continue from the end
It doesn’t much matter, so we will just begin
From here on out, hold every judgment, and enjoy each sin
We have quite an adventure for you to take wing on
You might see a Dalek or even a Klingon
Imperial Storm Troopers, a Borg or some Cylons
So pack extra socks or a few pairs of nylons.
We’ll scamper light years away, visiting a few Bernal Spheres
Of course no expedition would be complete, I must say
Without a wormhole or a few newly discovered portals, I hear
So without too much more wasted time, time warp awaits
It is easy to travel through space and through time
The hard part is making this entire poem rhyme
And by far and away, the hardest part is
Finding a word that rhymes with Tardis
Silly people and their human ways, simple to be sure
You are about to learn a thing or two about Dracs and tech
When we are through you may be compelled
To write your own space opera, rivaling another famous trek
Just hop on board, there’s no way to explain us
We are taking this star ship on a flight past Uranus
There are lots of realities for us to explore
But these are not the droids you are looking for
We can’t explain this adventurous feat
Just experience it for what it is and take a seat
And when it’s done you will understand
A little more about this planet you call home
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This is a funny little poem slapped together by me and my friend, http://hastywords.wordpress.com/
She writes some awesome hot poetry, and I have had the pleasure of collaborating with her a couple of times. I kept pestering her to step out of her comfort zone and do a funny space epic with me. I started this one and she gamely followed along. Then we took turns, and she finished it off.
The idea came about when President Obama got flak… and frak… for mixing his space movie phraseology. I just thought it would be fun to try to cram a lot of sci-fi references into one short poem.
Pouring My Art Out 
Reblogged this on tot123itsme.
I know, I have other bad drug habits to argue about they do just fine!
I know of whence you speak.
Maybe you watch to much TV, great little piece….
kot-dos Hasty.
There is no such thing as too much TV…
O-Ya try doing without?
That is just crazy talk.
No TV is only one of the reasons I choose my lifestyle. I have been writing enough my own BS on thisoldtoad.com
TV is the drug of the masses.
Oh stop it, you are just as crazy as he is!!!
That can’t be true…
I have read the words on my computer screen
and seen the results of a secret test,
unbeknownst to you,
cuz you like write poetry dude,
so therefore you cant understand it…..
cuz its like linnnneeeeaaarrrrr,
and the winner is…………
its a tie……..
crazy is as crazy does!!
YAY the Crowd Goes NUTSSSS!!!!
ummm… I think this crowd was already nuts.
Reblogged this on hastywords and commented:
My attempt at Sci Fi Poetry. I didn’t do a very good job but PMAO did! 🙂
If you’re just getting flak for mixing up your space movie phraseology then you’re doing ok!
It isn’t the flak I worry about, it’s the fighters.
and the dalektroopers?
They do not recognize me as a threat, nor I them.
You’ll both be sneaking up on each other from behind…
Don’t make it sound like bad porn…
Hello, I’ve come to fix your boiler.
Good, because it is making me sooooo hot….
Let me just get my tool out…
Stick it right there, in the hot box…
okay, we really need to stop this before it gets out of hand. We aren’t writing a screenplay.
Then hold it with two hands…oh, I see what you mean.
Oh man… you kill me…
Well…I am a bit behind :). Posting this tomorrow. I really was a bit lame on my side of this one. Next time lets do a romantic space epic 🙂
You when you are ‘lame’ are more awesome than many when they are at their best… and lame was your word not mine… and I totally pressured you into this… and yes, we should.
If you haven’t read it, you might enjoy Old Man’s War by John Scalzi.
I will check it out.
Oh, you are so getting impeached for mixing up so many references…
They already fired me as ruler of the many universes.
I can’t believe you wrote an epic space poem without a stormtrooper. You lose.
I would write a poem with you any time… about anything…
Hmmmm……..
Did that sound desperate? I may be developing another slight man-crush like I did with Ed Hotspur, but not to worry. And I do dance with words… when I have a spell checker…
Three left feet, huh?
At least that many.