Now hear of an Eeklu from Bleez,
Whose ship now speaks pure augment-ese.
The spindrive, he said,
Had grown a new head,
Complete with new neuroses.


There once were an oghra from Stortz,
With flubberjits made o' pure quartz.
When 'e bangs 'em together,
They make crazy weather,
And there's a blizzard whenever he glorts.


A randy ol' spacehand named Ditter,
Kept all the space ladies a-twitter.
He'd load up their cargo,
But romance embargo,
Because Ditter was still getting out of a really complicated relationship.


[The remaining pages are missing, but you've read enough to learn that the title is not entirely accurate.]