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
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2011
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