Was the night before Survivor and all through the house.
Not a person was stirring, wondering who was a louse.
The finalist were sitting by the fire as they stare,
Hoping that St. Jeff would soon be there.
FORT viewers were ready, minds sharp, look a thread.
While visions of posts danced in their heads.
Paulie with his fortune, and Bill with his cat.
Had just settled in for a long evening’s chat.
When on the screen there rose such a clatter,
I sprang to my keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I read every flash.
Clicked open the login, please computer don’t crash.
The glow of the TV, of this wonderful show.
Gave a luster of greatness to viewers below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear.
But a marvelous group, the jury my dear.
With a handson young host, his tounge ever so quick.
I knew in a moment, Host St. Jeff new the pick.
More rapid than fluffs typing, the questions how they came.
And he laughed, and he jestured, and called them by name-
“Now Ryno, Now Rupert, Now Tijuana and Burton!
On Christa, On Sandra, and Jon you’ll be hurton.
To the allies once parted, to the mighty who fall.
Now Question, and question, question them all!”
As dry eyes are left behind, and the comments they fly,
When they meet with a dandy, they break down and cry.
So up to the task, this jury they knew.
That we all would delight, and Host St. Jeffy would too.
And then with a twinkling. I saw all the proof.
The eyeing, the snarling, and jonny the goof.
As I listen and wondered what hatred they’ve found.
The questions were halted and St. Jeff said not a sound.
He was all in his makeup, from his head to his foot.
He looked quite gleeful as he gave Jon a boot.
A container full of votes he had in his sack.
And he new we were waiting, as he said "We’ll be right back."
Lill’s eye how they’re wrinkled, and her armpits were hairy.
Her cheeks were like sandpaper, man she looks scarey.
She whinned and she lied, she put on a show.
But the jury they new her, and they felt she was low.
Now Darrah was shown, with a smile full of teeth.
She looked so fantastic, I could hardly breath.
Her hair was pulled back, and we could see the ring in her belly.
When I look at her now, my legs feel like jelly.
Jeff tells us all, he'll read votes soon himself.
The FORT posters are active, I type much myself.
with A wink of his eye, and the decision ahead.
We are soon to learn we get a commercial instead.
The break has now ended , St. Jeff gets to work.
and here at our screens, over a thousand will lurk.
1 Darrah, 1 Lill,... still nobody knows.
He's counting votes slowly, it may be quite close.
The mood is quite heavy, as thick as a thistle.
Darrah Wins, Darrah Wins as we hoot and we whistle.
As we cheer for our winner with glee and delight.
Happy posting to all and to all a FORT night.:santawave