Seven of 38DD
OT Parody Poem

The following story was written 
tongue-in-cheek as a parody poem.
If you don't have a sense of humor,
don't read any further. pj2


Seven of 38DD
by PJ Squared (pjs and PJ in NH)

Upon Voyager, she was thrust,
   perky Borg implants in her bust
Squeezed and poured into her cat suit,	
   all the crewmen thought she was cute
Cute was one thing but lust another,
   many males aching to touch her.
Weights in her boots kept her upright,
   and it helped that her suit was tight
Many  wanted to test her implants,
   or at least get in her pants
But she felt her duty was clear,
   to replace the chief engineer
Chain of command was not for her,
   she just knew better, she was sure
She could run Voyager alone, 
   because she was the perfect drone
With cold disdain she walks the ship,
   with swaying hips and pouted lip
Singularity was a curse,
   assimilation the reverse
Work, and regen'ing, and no play,
   thus the Borgasm spends her day

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