The BLTS Archive - Seven of 38DD
by PJSquared(Phyillis J. Sutherland & PJin NH)

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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.

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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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The End