Mr Spock Smells Something Good

When trying to understand women Mr. Spock is my role model An eyebrow raised in curiosity Just waiting to hear something illogical (i choose poorly with women :) But even Mr. Spock Sometimes gets a wild hair Like that time he breathed those spores Then smelling something else in the air His hair as black as coal His blue shirt calmly reassuring But there was definitely something odd About the way his ears were pointing Casting aside the advice of friends Letting a flower’s scent cock his head But when he started acting like Tom Jones It caused a state of dread Fist pumps into the air Busting a move to ‘Lady’s Night’ Even a hound like Kirk was appalled When Spock thought he was Napoleon Dynamite Say What? As electrifying as a disco ball Churning lights, sparkling gems Like Marty Feldman on happy pills Blurting out, “I’m in LOOOVE, Jim!!!” So if a sweet smell hits my nose I’ll remember I’m emotionally impaired “A man has got to know his limitations” And next time I’ll take a cold shower