A kiss is just a….
The Borg and the hologram went out on a date.
The Borg and the hologram were told not to stay too late.
At 7 of 9, things that night were still fine.
At 9 of 7, things next morning were not heaven.
A doctor was called; he appeared out of thin air
He examined the patients with a gruff, “I don’t care.”
“The Borg’s done for,” he said with a grin
For you see the hologram has gotten under her skin.
So let this be a tale of dating across lines
Because once you do cross, you may come back realigned.
[Editor’s / author’s note: This photo above appeared on Facebook from the Star Trek web site with a caption me request. My response was the poem, which just flowed out in about 10 minutes. I am not saying it is great quality, just a bit of rhyming whimsy. Strange how sometimes that happens.]
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