Poetry Contest Entry

Fart Trek: The Next Generation

~By Aussie Lore

Picard sat on the bridge, chewing his lower lip.
Riker paced close nearby.
Data watched quietly, allowing no comment to slip.
Worf heaved an impatient sigh.
Counselor Troi leaned forward, "Captain, what's wrong?
"Why are you so deep in thought?"
Picard jumped as if someone had hit a gong.
"Oh, Counselor, such a battle is being fought."
"A battle, sir? Where? How do you know?
How did this information you find?"
"Counselor, this is true, I know it is so.
For the battle is raging in my mind."
"In your mind, sir? I don't see the link.
Are you schizophrenic?"
"No, Counselor, I just can't think.
Nothing major, no need to panic."
"No need to panic?" Riker loudly said.
"But you are the captain of a ship!"
Picard grinned shamefully, and raised his head,
and a mug of hot Earl Grey to sip.
"I don't know why, Number One.
It seems not a single thought will pass!
It is not fair, and it is not fun!"
He stood and at the wall hurled his mug of glass.
Data quickly stood and quietly spoke.
Raising a hand, he softly said:
"Sir, are you sure that this is no joke?"
Picard snapped. "My thoughts are dead!"
Doctor Crusher stepped forward, rather concerned.
"I think I've heard of this, near the start
of our journey, when Geordi nearly got burned.
Captain, You're infected by the Brain Fart."
The bridge was silent, no orders given.
Counselor Troi placed a hand over her heart.
Even the dedicated crewmen, who were normally driven,
Were awed by the power of the Brain Fart.

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