Twas the Week Before Christmas

‘Twas the week before Christmas
and all through the ship
how the coffee was flowing
at a blistering drip.

The BMF drive was
filled up with charges
and both of the cargo bays
packed full like barges.

But while Captain Ebel
slept soundly, like Runtt,
the life support system
was being a bastard.

It seems all the heat
in the ship dissipated
while down in the engine room
leaks infiltrated.

I leapt to my feet
as the cold air awoke me.
My fingers turned blue
and my nipples were pokey.

My two robots,
much to their credit, were manic
performing repairs. (Well,
Prodo-2 mostly panicked.)

The rest of us humanoids
bundled up snugly
in thick, heated space suits
before things turned ugly.

But just when we thought
that things couldn’t get worse,
the ship’s central coffee pipes
started to burst!

At this point I thought
that we’d run out of luck.
If the ship had no fuel
then our Christmas was hosed.

But, thank God, the cracks
were miniscule in size
and the coffee that leaked out
was all atomized.

The sub-zero air
had an instant effect
freezing all of the fuel
before it hit the deck.

Though the Prodos were toiling,
repairs were quite slow-
So the whole Revolution
was covered in snow!

You would think I’d be pissed
but I was quite elated;
it’s not every year
that your snow’s caffeinated.

We got docked at a spaceport
and powered her down.
So I guess that our Christmas,
this year, will be brown.

  • Hahaha this had me cracking up! Very cute and throughly entertaining 🙂
    Caffeinated snow needs to be a thing now…

    • This it the future! I’m sure we can make it happen somehow…

  • Hahaha this had me cracking up! Very cute and throughly entertaining 🙂
    Caffeinated snow needs to be a thing now…

    • This it the future! I’m sure we can make it happen somehow…

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