Raxx Bloodmane

She may be small with poor eyesight

But do not judge her by her height

For in her beats the Klingon heart

That kills by bat’leth and gagh fart

She flies an ageing Bird of Prey

It’s stout but frankly past its day

Though cramped on board (she says ‘bijou’)

It’s home for her twelve tiny crew

And though they are a motley sort

Rejected all because they’re short

They’re Klingons still, so no surprise

They’ll cut you down to their half size.