XPost: alt.startrek, alt.tv.star-trek, alt.tv.star-trek.enterprise   
   From: kweeg@nospam.shaw.ca   
      
   "Stan Jensen"  wrote in message   
   news:2igp01tvtgbrpqscbc3qviml42b8j2dbpo@4ax.com...   
   > This time of year, our thoughts always turn to love -- or mating --   
   > regardless of species. Here are a few cards we'd like to see.   
   >   
   >   
   > SF Valentine's Day Greeting Cards   
   >   
   >   
   > Roses are red,   
   > The big pill is blue,   
   > The Matrix isn't real   
   > And neither are you.   
   >   
   > Roses are red,   
   > Violets are limp,   
   > If you weren't Robert Heinlein,   
   > You'd have made a great pimp.   
   >   
   > Roses are red,   
   > Brown is a cookie.   
   > Come on over, Leia,   
   > And play with my Wookiee.   
   >   
   > It's been a good time,   
   > But you failed to enthrall.   
   > Soon "Enterprise" is gone,   
   > Then bye-bye, T'Pol.   
   >   
   > Heinlein is read,   
   > "Star Trek" is watched,   
   > Except for "Enterprise,"   
   > Whose scriptwriting's botched.   
   >   
   > The Light side is good,   
   > You can ask any Wookiee.   
   > But each Light must have Dark,   
   > Like this Oreo cookie.   
   >   
   > Roses are red,   
   > Violets are tiny.   
   > If we're talking "Star Trek,"   
   > Picard kicks Kirk's heinie.   
   >   
   > Mars is red,   
   > Water is blue.   
   > Valentine Michael Smith is God,   
   > And I am too.   
   >   
   > Pon Farr can be hard   
   > For Vulcans, it's clear.   
   > But you're not a Vulcan,   
   > So stop pinching my rear.   
   >   
   >  and the Number 1 SF Valentine's Day Greeting Card...   
   >   
   > Roses are red,   
   > Leah's my sister.   
   > Now that I know,   
   > I shouldn't have kissed her.   
      
      
   LOL!   
      
   Roses are red,   
   Hydrogen's a gas   
   If we're talking "Star Trek,"   
   Kirk kicks Picard's ass   
      
   --   
      
   Qa'pla   
   Kweeg   
   http://members.shaw.ca/iksbloodoath   
      
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