I met up with Lieutenant Uhura
in a small cake shop in Truro.
She was the Starship’s communications officer
and she played havoc with my blood pressure.
We ordered some cake and some clotted cream
Drank Romulan scrumpy and methylene
“Kirk to Uhura!” I heard the captain say
“Report to the bridge right away.”
“The reception desk is empty the temp has gone away”
“There’s no one on the Enterprise answer the phone today.”
Then she looked deep into my dark blue eyes and said
“I take one bloody day’s holiday and look what happens”
Soon she was back on board with her crew
"Good morning, Starship enterprise, how can I help you”