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!