Friday Flash: In Which The Bridge Gets Crowded

Sonneteer's note: this is the fifteenth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here, Part the Seventhuth here, Part the Octthhhh here , Part the Ninth here, Part the Tenth here , Part the Eleventh here, Part the Dodecothhh here, Lucky Number 13 here and go here for the Part the Fourteenth. Phew!

The Grokulator's bridge suddenly fills

With even more black figures. Pepi sees

A chorus line of ladies, gets the chills:

They're all Yectara, varying degrees

Of her at any rate; some have more flesh

Some less; one is all metal. And there's worse

As multiple Yectaras all get fresh

With multiple Pepitos; it's perverse!

But our boy is the only one who's scared,

So easy for our queen to find and calm.

And draw him to the party they've all shared

Whenever Field Maneuver Three's been called.

Meanwhile the cacogens in their own way

Deal with themselves while captains are at play.