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O Captain! My Captain!

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“Make it so.” The captain said,

As light bounced off his shiny head.

He crossed his legs and ate French bread,

And pulled down on his shirt of red.

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A vinter’s son from Eastern France,

Enormous nose and stoic stance,

His velvet voice sure to entrance,

He’ll quote Shakespeare and ballroom dance.

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A master of diplomacy,

His hobby archaeology,

Both Enterprises D and E,

Respond to his authority.

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His savoir-faire cannot be beat,

Commands the Flagship of the fleet,

First contact he would oft’ complete,

A twenty-seven species feat.

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He played the flute in “Inner Light”,

Stabbed through the heart in a barroom fight.

He persevered through all despite,

His Borg assimilation blight.

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The Federation’s greatest pride,

The finest crewmen at his side,

With he, I’ve loved and laughed and cried,

This astral trek’s beloved guide.

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Explorer’s heart and poet’s soul,

Engaging, wise and in control.

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You always know what’s in his pot.

Tea.

Earl Grey.

Hot.

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About abuttercup

I have always had a great respect and admiration for Kermit the Frog.

One response to “O Captain! My Captain!

  1. Joanie ⋅

    This one is truly great!

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