Here's a little something I cooked up today as I was contemplating TV relationships, and the people who love to obsess about them.
There are no real spoilers per se, but this poem does refer, in very general terms, to a few scenes from the first 4 episodes of the third season. It also mentions a new character from the third season.
Picture me standing up in front of a crowd and pronouncing this poem as an anthem to all shippers everywhere. And keep in mind that I am obsessed but not insane. Enjoy and Please Review. :)
To Rory/Jess, Luke/Lorelai, Lane/Dave, and all those who love them.
~ * ~
An Ode to the Shipper
At the edge of the Earth, I'm perched precariously
With my eyes on two lovers; living vicariously.
My feet are still planted, but what wouldn't I give
To jump into their world, the TV where they live?
To ignore my own life and live through the eyes
Of a beloved character would be such a prize.
In her place, I'd gladly show her how it's done:
To hold him and kiss him and for God's sake not run!
~ * ~
From her flirtatious banter come his surly replies.
And for the dream sequence do we beg a reprise!
How wonderful the 'ship of Luke and Lorelai would be
To the patiently waiting, humble Java Junkie.
And with the third season comes new grounds for rave:
The possibly perfect pairing of our Lane and Dave.
For who could deny the chemistry-induced smiles
Between these music lovers, these audiophiles?
But my favourite subjects on which to obsess
Are the oft-told tribulations of Rory and Jess.
By my word, I declare that I am proud to be
A staunch R/J shipper, a true Literati.
For these star-crossed lovers are readily engaged
In delightful banter, their merry wars of wit waged.
To a sprinkler shower, from a grocery aisle,
Won't one of them Say Something and end the denial?
~ * ~
To read fan fiction stories holds much appeal.
So many plotlines I forget which one's "real".
And through my obsession, do I add to the jumble.
My own fiction pieces from my keyboard do tumble.
The distance 'tween fact and fantasy blurs.
The diversion is welcome to the soul who prefers
To contemplate their motives and witness their strives.
Who says that this fiction ain't really our lives?
In this devout worship, I know I'm not alone.
There're many out there who agreement have shown.
So here's to the shipper and may she long be blessed
With good loving 'tween the characters that she loves the best!
There are no real spoilers per se, but this poem does refer, in very general terms, to a few scenes from the first 4 episodes of the third season. It also mentions a new character from the third season.
Picture me standing up in front of a crowd and pronouncing this poem as an anthem to all shippers everywhere. And keep in mind that I am obsessed but not insane. Enjoy and Please Review. :)
To Rory/Jess, Luke/Lorelai, Lane/Dave, and all those who love them.
~ * ~
An Ode to the Shipper
At the edge of the Earth, I'm perched precariously
With my eyes on two lovers; living vicariously.
My feet are still planted, but what wouldn't I give
To jump into their world, the TV where they live?
To ignore my own life and live through the eyes
Of a beloved character would be such a prize.
In her place, I'd gladly show her how it's done:
To hold him and kiss him and for God's sake not run!
~ * ~
From her flirtatious banter come his surly replies.
And for the dream sequence do we beg a reprise!
How wonderful the 'ship of Luke and Lorelai would be
To the patiently waiting, humble Java Junkie.
And with the third season comes new grounds for rave:
The possibly perfect pairing of our Lane and Dave.
For who could deny the chemistry-induced smiles
Between these music lovers, these audiophiles?
But my favourite subjects on which to obsess
Are the oft-told tribulations of Rory and Jess.
By my word, I declare that I am proud to be
A staunch R/J shipper, a true Literati.
For these star-crossed lovers are readily engaged
In delightful banter, their merry wars of wit waged.
To a sprinkler shower, from a grocery aisle,
Won't one of them Say Something and end the denial?
~ * ~
To read fan fiction stories holds much appeal.
So many plotlines I forget which one's "real".
And through my obsession, do I add to the jumble.
My own fiction pieces from my keyboard do tumble.
The distance 'tween fact and fantasy blurs.
The diversion is welcome to the soul who prefers
To contemplate their motives and witness their strives.
Who says that this fiction ain't really our lives?
In this devout worship, I know I'm not alone.
There're many out there who agreement have shown.
So here's to the shipper and may she long be blessed
With good loving 'tween the characters that she loves the best!