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Twas the Night Before Lost Starts... |
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Written by THLAYLIRAH
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Wednesday, 04 October 2006 |
'Twas the night before Lost starts, and all through the Rock
Not a Sledgeling was stirring, no jokes about c**k;
The DVR’s were placed by the TV with care,
In hopes that season 3 soon would be there;
The net nerds were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of screen caps danced in their heads;
And Astro in his 'helmet, and I with my tail,
Had just finished arguing over my calling him she-male,
When all over ABC there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my laptop to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A preview of Lost, and friends I hold dear,
With a manly brain surgeon, so lively and quick,
And a conman named Sawyer who thinks with his  .
More characters appeared and on screen they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Hulrey! now, Charlie! now, Jin and wife Sun!
On, Desmond! on Penny! Lord is this fun!
To the top of the Black Rock! Where I hope Mike will fall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
So up to the Others camp the survivors they went,
With the traitor named Michael whose loyalties were bent.
And then as the show starts, I wondered what now?
I knew they would live but I wondered ‘but how?”
I spoke not a word, and I’ll watch Lost with glee,
With so much attention, and no time to pee,
And laying my finger upon the remote,
I drifted to sleep and I heard Hurley quote;
He sprang to his Ranch stash, and his fat ass did chuckle,
And past them he flew and tagged Sawyer with his knuckle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
"Happy Lost-Eve all, and to all a good-night."
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Last Updated ( Friday, 24 August 2007 )
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