World War III, a poem
World War III
We're here and waiting all of us,
Anticipating the awful fuss.
The votes are in and Jessie's out,
Houseguests all begin to shout.
Libra, Keesha, April screaming,
Memphis sitting there and beaming.
A telling smile lurks upon his lips,
While our dear Danny Jerry rips.
It's time for World War Three in Big Brother land,
IT's time for Michelle to take her stand.
She'll pick her targets carefully,
I hope April's one we shall see.
Poor Dan, sweet Dan he's gone to bed,
With a pillow on his head.
It's not his fault, that we can see,
Don't yell at him, just let him be.
Where will April and Ollie screw?
Without HoH the places are few.
I hope that Jerry spills the beans,
Then we'll see how the household leans.
I can't wait to see their faces,
When back home they see the places,
That the camera caught their fling,
And the embarrassment it will bring.
Poor Jessie never did suspect,
That it was he they would eject.
On the early show he'll see,
That America picked him to be,
The very next houseguest voted out,
Home he goes to sit and pout.
Here at the dish we're all excited,
Not just that we're all delighted.
The house has been turned upon its head,
The houseguests all are seeing red.
Poor Carolyn just can't keep up,
With all that's happening she needs a cup,
Of her steaming Cuban brew,
To keep her going there's much to do.
Reporter X is there to lend a hand,
The Dishchicks had it so well planned.
All of us here at BB dish,
Send you girls a hug and kiss.
For the latest here we run,
For without you it would be no fun.
And to those who comment here,
We speak our minds and have no fear.
Gaytor types with tongue in cheek,
Other dishers gossip leak.
Jane offers us her wise analysis,
Rarely the point does she ever miss.
Genie makes us all a giggle,
Mike in Bama makes us wiggle,
At his pictures which are so hot,
Oh, that six pack that he's got.
Beorn, we wait for you to write,
That first bestseller you are so bright,
And so talented that we know,
Someday to Borders we shall go.
And all the rest too many to name,
Everyone's here to follow the game.
Who Do you think will finally win,
To feeds, to Dish we will tune in.
Together all us big Brother fans,
No, addicts we are, oh yes we can,
Not deny it for you see,
We all are hooked so let us be.
Labels: Fun Poems