Overheard in an Antarean Bar

I know you’ve been a while in space
It’s got to be a drag,
This interspecies mating, though,
Is really not my bag.

For how am I to turn you on?
You have the wrong designs,
You haven’t any gills to grab
Nor any dorsal spines,

Your covering is pale and soft,
No evidence of scales.
You don’t have very many eyes
And even fewer tails.

There are too many differences
That cannot be resolved.
Come see me in a million years
When you are more evolved.…

—Glenn A. Meisenheimer