Mind Meld

A young Lieutenant Commander Spock  
Was emulating his Star Fleet cats  
Because he liked the way they would talk  
Regarding the Zen of Minnesota Fats  
Guiding his balls into awaiting holes  
Without tricorder readings used at all  
Or all the fussy logic rigamaroles  
Of a billiard math intellection squall,  
Which tempted him to use Jedi force  
But Vulcan ethics would not let him cheat  
Or take advantage during intercourse  
When Vulcan ladies were not in their heat...  
 
Which I hear is just every seven years  
And not enough for a green blooded man,  
Or any other Federation peers,  
With alien sex as part of their plan  
To unite the planets around those stars  
With extra perception sense Pon Farrs!