Ode to a Ripped Shirt

Shall I compare Kirk’s pecs to summer’s heat?

His handsome bod’s more sizzling by far.

Our valiant Captain never knows defeat

While battling, shirt-deprived, from star to star.

James T., in the arena, strikes a pose —

What gladiator ever looked so buff?

He doesn’t need a shirt to vanquish foes;

Swift kicks from Starfleet boots are quite enough.

Too bad the broadcast censors couldn’t find

Good reason to dispense with pants, as well.

Regrettably, our Captain’s cute behind

Is only seen in fanfic kiss-and-tell.

What superman can rival Jim Kirk’s brawn?

Well… when it comes to pecs, there’s always “Khaaaaaaan!”