Tonight, the crew have been invited to a Poetry Recital by Commander Data. We will be listening to his latest works.
Where's the cotton wool?
Data has been droning on for the last 90 minutes. Worf looks like he wants to strangle a Romulan, but sits politely. Geordi La Forge patiently listens to his friend. Beverly has a pleasant smile that is rather fixed. Riker continually falls asleep but is woken up by Deanna every time he does. I have a strained official look.
Data goes on...
"For my next poem, I would like to dedicate it to my cat, Spot."
What do you do, my cat Spot?
In your feline day, is not a lot.
Yet there you are, pleasing to me,
A four legged creature, roaming free.
You consume Cat Protein 25,
This vital food keeps you alive.
Your sleepiness matters not,
For you are in truth, my cat Spot.
I don't think I can take much more of this.
Troi wakes Riker up again and we start clapping. I had more enjoyment when I was being assimilated by the Borg.
Data is about to say "For my next poem.." when the Red Alert signal goes on.
I receive the message that the Enterprise is under attack from unknown aliens with tri-cobalt titanium missiles.
What a relief.