Not working tonight but I tend to keep these hours even on my days off. I came across this poem that I thought would bring some brown entertainment to this topic.
It's Poop Jim But Not As We Know It
To boldly poop where no one’s pooped before,
it is the saying we all adore
Yet on Star Trek where do they poop,
which deck for them jumps through
that hoop?
When visiting Klingons feel the need,
where escorted to plant their seed?
And when beaming down to search and go,
“It’s poop Jim but not as we know ”
Says Jim the captain,” I think your’e right,
bones ask the nurse to keep that tight”
But if the Enterprise’s plumbing thumps,
how do the crew take their dumps?
Perhaps in hindsight safe to say, they use
the transporter and save the day
So light years hence, when nature calls,
and number twos call star ship crews
to spend a penny in the stars, a new
convenience built on Mars?
Copyright © 2015 peter holmes
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