It’s really late when I traipsed off to bed
With the bedtime rhyming of Seuss still up in my head
So as I jot all my Survivor memories down
I realized what was happening and started to frown
You have been fore-warned, so read on with dread
I’ve even created a Seuss-like Don’s head.
Somewhere in a jungle, somewhere very far
14 castaways on the edge of Panama
They were dropped from the sky by a rickety plane
Then split in 2 teams , one brawn and one brain.
They scurried through town in search of some fuel
Then over Black Pearl Island they started to duel.
They jumped in a boat and sped right away
In search of adventure that ahead of them lay
The whiny winners won the island and treasures galore
While the losers lost lots and got lost furthermore
They searched and they hunted until at last they saw land
They fell exhausted, asleep on the sand
The losers kept losing and lost even the plot
And were fast to becoming a tiresome lot
Until they decided to take an axe to Don’s head
Who instead of gathering wood, clipped toenails instead.
You’re supposed to be the dad of that sad bunch
But you just sat on your log while you waited for lunch
No heroic antics you pulled out of your hat
On your great big butt you just sat and just sat
So don’t go on crying and don’t you be blue
Those lame tame frogs did what they had to do
Danielle is safe, what with the score
Her three measly votes against your very strong four
So - Until the next TC, who knows what’s in store