Scotty’s Beam-Up
Scotty got his beam-up. I’m sure it went quite well.
There’s just no way an engineer would ever end in He!!.
Oh, my, the consternation! The divvils would be glum,
As after only minutes there, the broken things would Hum!
That AC that was useful just for making He!!ish noise,
Would soon be working smoothly, and no Freon it employs.
The water taps would flow again, and fevered thirsts would slake,
And Charon’s boat could cruise about, out on a gentle lake.
The lifts would be put in order, and commerce could resume,
That backlog of requests for ice was reaching to the moon!
The problem this engenders, (and who the devil cares?)
Is that the engineer might then check out the stuff upstairs.
I’m sure that he’d be welcome, and glad to see his mates,
But I just know he’d soon be putting oil upon those Gates!
He’d want to swing them wide, I’m sure, to bring a truck though there.
‘Cause with his eye for trouble, even Heaven needs repair!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . July 20, 2005