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tinsnip replied to your post: Feeling literary tonight. Drop a prompt in my ask…

sonnets are AWESOME and i am a DORK so write about how root beer reflects the Federation go go iambic pentameter!

This was fun to write! DORKS UNITE.

Upon the station christen’d Deep Space Nine
From to hasperat souffle to sweet Kanar
The locals loved to eat, to wine and dine
They savored luxuries from near and far
‘Twas but one drink, which Quark’s establishment
Could not condone: this thing was called 'root beer’
And though Quark paid no latinum in rent
He would not let the Hew-mon beverage near
“'Tis cloying, sweet, and awful!” Quark did spit.
“Star Fleet will make Hew-mons out of us all!
"They want us from Ferenginar to split
And this 'root beer’ is their sweet siren call!”
And lo, his prophecy in some small measure
Came true–to Nog’s great joy and Quark’s displeasure.