Ode to Friday Nights
Oh boy! oh boy! it’s friday night!
no other day brings more delight!
not cuz the weekend starts tomorrow
but for that yummy brit, Apollo.
First I put the kids to bed
while dvr records ahead
then once I’m comfy in my sofa
with toasty latte in my copa
I press on play and start to watch
what brings warm feeling to my crotch.
The awesome Battlestar Galactica
this geek’s version of erotica.
How will the masterful Adama
Play down Sharon’s mala fama?
For the cylons’ false pretenses
are quick to fill up all your senses.
But my thoughts I won’t exhaust
for next I watch the latest Lost
where a killer island beast
won’t even spare the pseudo priest
and a group they call “the others”
who claimed to be their brothers,
are so shrouded by deception
they might just muddy your perception.
But whatever happens it’s all good
I wouldn’t change it if I could.
It’s when my house turns to chez pajama
I love my weekly cosmic drama.
- Tania (digsite)
OH MY GOODNESS this is AWESOME! You could have written that for me! I’m seriously putting the kids down now, making fresh coffee, and FINALLY going to watch BG TONIGHT! My hubby and I are addicts. I have to go away for a week, but MUST see it before I head out tomorrow a.m. And thankfully, I’ll be back before it airs next Friday night.
I LOVE THIS POEM! THANK YOU for making it up! Even if we don’t watch lost. ;)
Reply to Chaotic MomLOL! Glad you like it!
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