An ode to the lov-er-ly men of
LOST
To Dear Darling Jack Shepard, in all his Doctorly Hottness;
To the rebel without a cuase ,bad boy Sawyer, Mr.James Ford. to you.
To the technological brain, sensative, sweet , heartbroken Sayid
in all his perfect dark curly haired arrabness.
To Desmond, who ran in the face of fear, we forgive you,
because of all your hott long dark hair and the awesomely hott scottishness of your accent.
To Boone in all your expired and corpsey deadness, we loved you for dying in such a heroic way,
and for not letting Jack hack off your leg.
To Locke, the bored box making old guy, turned barbarian hunter philosopher,
all stealthy and such.
To Charlie, the heiroin-addict-alter-boy, may you rest in peace also.
To Jin, for your multiple personalities and phsyco, mobster hitman-ness,
may you find a good head shrink before the voices start talking.
To Micheal, whos purpose I never quite got,
I hope you do something important before the series is up.
To Walt the mysterious kid, with the Carrie brainy phsyco thing going on.
To the awesome and totally cool Mr.Eko, or is it Father. Eko?
To Bernard, for standing around looking like your on saffari.
To Hurley for controling your food intake...not so wonderfully,
did you eat walt? And the dog? Did you eat him too?!
To Vincent, I thank you for being so paitient with the dramatic sun stricken losties,
and I'm sorry that you were possibly eaten by the billionaire.
And lastly to all the other lost dudes that didnt really make it to the main character list,
May you never be found.
A/N: Hope everybody liked it, I made fun of everyone from the first season and a 1/2. Ive been watching lost on and Im really behind, anyway Im shutting up now.