A Poem

In anticipation of the big night tomorrow, a poem by yours truly.

'Twas the night of Lost's return
And all through my house,
The cable box was ready
As was my computer and mouse.

The DVR was set
To record it, you see,
Since I knew I would watch it
Two times, maybe three.

With me in my Snuggie
And my notepad at hand,
I couldn't help but wonder
What the writers had planned.

When what should appear
On my HD flatscreen,
But Jack on a plane,
Oceanic 815.

Across the aisle from him,
Reading sat Rose,
An image we've seen.
Or had we? Who knows?

As the story unfolded,
One hour, then another,
We saw the survivors
And an occasional Other.

As the final scene ended
With a thump, cut to black,
I smiled to myself
Lost was finally back.

Although this is it,
The beginning of the end,
I look forward to blogging
Each moment, my friends.