Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

Who was it in the early days of Trek
Decided that the captain's shirt be wrought
In toilet paper, like to rip from neck
To elbow at no more than violent thought?
Did Roddenberry covet Shatner's tits
Such that he sought the flimsiest excuse
To put them on the screen? What else befits
Their flagrant cinematic overuse?
It's widely put how well Gene loved his women;
But such does not preclude a taste for men,
For plucking, as it were, the ripe persimmon
That Kirk's shred blouse displayed time and again.
The other possibility, of course:
Takei to Shatner's wardrobe had recourse.