Mr Bones has got no clones
He is the only one.
He's lost in space without a trace
No bullets in his gun.
Though Kirk may call to end it all
Bones is not in that position
It is no fun to have a gun
And no bloody ammunition.
Bones can't beam down to your home town
For Star Trek is long over
He sits up there with gun and frown
While Kirk and Spock are in clover.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Mr Bones
Posted by Sue Jeffels Writing at 4:11 PM
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