MEASURE TWICE
This Poem segues toward a Star Trek theme,beginning with happenstance unforeseen. Some strangers in proximity near ,their whispered voices caught my ear. Each furtive glance shows slivered beady eyes, as I read his lips and heard the word demise. A Diabolical plot ? The language of their bodies a suspicious half way turn fed my concern , must not stop, like Barney Fife undercover, covertly Easedrop. But maybe drop the ease from that word portmanteau. Would Barney mention the tension , admit his perspiring glow? Were Andy in charge, or Captains Kirk or Picard, they wouldn’t have missed all those words in a row , no easy drop It’s ridiculously hard. Now it’s time to admit they said The size not demise , planning for wife’s birthday party surprise. Blame paranoia or old age, no mission did ever exist , time for professional help, truncate conspiracy, first on the list. My new mission statement , adjusted from Star Treks famous lore “to boldly never go where Bobby O has gone before”
Bobby O