DROP DEAD DIVA Will Return!

AN ODE TO THE RETURN OF OUR DIVA

Speak through me, oh muses of arms and the fans,

Who fought for their diva,  despite the cruel bans!

Sing we now of Ms Elliot and all her fine crewmates

 Returned unto life by the fickle renew-mates!

On the heights of Networkia,  TV gods  did bicker

While pious King Berman  no eyelid would flicker.

Now cheer we, his troops,, who fought all as one

Both  Owen- and Grayson-ites , the cause to be won!

 Together, unweaponed, they toast their great break

With mead and ambrosia, all flavored with pake.

We cheer for our Jane, defiantly unslender

And bet on the Parker and Kim baby’s gender.

Feminists faint and weep manlike to know

we’ll see once more our mighty ms. Cho!

Which quirky guard angel shall to us return,

Does Fred with love for Stacey yet burn?

(And if so, what shall their offspring be—

half mortal, half angel?)  Or shall we just see

our divine buddies back at their website,

guarding ‘return’, one day and one night?

Tell us, oh muse, for which noble fellow

Will Jane’s borrowed heart in the new season bellow?

Or will handsome Tony on heaven-lent steed

Return to her rescue in her hour of need?

Will old Jane return, or be only a dream

Of our Jane’s confusing unconsciousness stream?

How glorious these questions once more to be facing

As the sweet season enters, our triumph embracing!