Pepito stands by, puzzled, bald and mute -
His portrait made him notice he's no hair -
While 'round him gathers cacogens, acute
Embarrassment just hanging in the air
As Queen Yectara takes it in the brain
From someone she respects as overlord,
Her face a mask of -- pleasure? or of pain?
It's hard to tell -- while ev'ryone aboard
Waits breathlessly. At last she gives a yelp
And looks like she'll collapse into a faint
Pepito tries to rush to offer help
But agile yet in zero-gee he ain't.
He overshoots and slams 'gainst a bulkhead.
Yectara floats unconscious - maybe dead.