Technology vs the Living Force

by Danni (danian@dynamite.com.au)

Rating: G

Codes: poetry, humour, pre-slash, pre-TPM

Spoilers: none

Archive: yes please

Feedback: see above - danian@dynamite.com.au

Warning: poetry

Summary: Obi-Wan tries to go...

Young Obi was going crazy,
Young Obi was going *beserk*
30-odd coins in his pockets
Why wouldn't any one of them work?

He'd tried Republican dataries,
Without any hope of success,
As far as he knew no-one took them -
Though they looked nice 'round the hem of a dress

He'd tried coins from Yavin and Ryloth,
Agrilat, Alderaan and Bespin,
Tatooine, Dantooine and Nal Hutta
But none would even go *in*...

Not the jellyish one from Calimar,
Nor the tiny one from Clak'dor VIII
Not even the one from Kashyyyk,
(which he took from the foil and then ate)

Young Obi was starting to worry;
He was jiggling desperately
His Master took his hand and took pity -
And led him outside, to a tree

"Have faith in the pure Living Force
When technology's determined to win,
And you have trouble 'spending a penny'"
He said, with a disarming grin

Obi-Wan gave a sigh of relief;
He smiled as he straighted his sash
He had the Temple's best Master,
And he *still* had all of his cash!

THE END