After quite a hiatus, I've returned with a tribute to one of my favorite females, the surfer girl Bridgette. I don't own Bridgette, who belongs to Fresh TV.
Ode To Bridgette
Somewhere back in Yukon the evergreen weeps,
For a young woman with marigold hair,
Just once she stepped into the lion's lair,
And so furtively the shadow of elimination creeps.
Gwen and Courtney are bomb and fuse,
Had you stayed longer you would have been of use.
You would have hoped for everyone to be friends
Now this may evolve into a conflict that never ends.
I know Geoff's lips taste like cherry pie,
But with friends you're not alone.
You did everything in your ability to try,
But now from the game you're long gone.
The curtailed cries of seagulls, the harrowing hollers of goats
All these mourn your absence
Everyone but Alejandro
When will we get to see you again?
No one ever knows.
Your song makes hearts flutter
Your beauty makes birds dither
Your presence just makes me as light as a feather.
Producers, just give Bridgette one more chance
I'm pleading, waiting for one last nuance
Because someone as perfect deserves one last dance.
This is my first poetry attempt, which I hoped you all enjoyed. Next up will be the updating of Total Drama Next. That's all for now, have a nice day!
JMIT out.