An Ode To Lost Poem by Stuart Cuthbert

It opens with an eye and then a shot to bamboo
Are you watching them? or are they watching you?
We see our first glimpse of the golden retriever
Just a clever dog or a major deceiver?
Who knows, and who wants to know
Just sit back and enjoy the show

As the days pass and the mystery becomes
The driving force behind the dramatic drums
There's tension romance, sisters and brothers
And the big question is 'who the hell are the others'
Kidnap, big fights, theft, and confusion
Flash backs, oh god a hatch and no sign of conclusion

So lets get this straight,

There's Jack he's a surgeon of the spinal kind
Since the island he's slowly changed his mind
Man of science becomes man of faith
Mr Locke surely put him in his place

Ah onto him the plane crash mystical guy
Who walks around even though he was paralyzed
On the island he becomes something from nothing
Until season four Ben shows us it was Locke in the coffin

Oh Ben the mind masher he leaves a deadly trail
I much preferred him when disguised as Henry Gale
He summoned smokey straight out of a puddle
And the pacemaker con left Sawyer in a muddle

Sawyer the conman the trickster and thief
Who's hair grew so fast by episode three
He's a tough guy who stole his parents murderers name
And a boar and a tree frog nearly drove him insane

Speaking of bores a slightly tenuous link
Brings me to Kate she needs a shrink
She's nosy, neurotic, defiant and a tease
A fugitive, a baby thief but she can climb trees

All the characters the twists would take a year in verse
Well it took 5 to meet Jacob which is worse?
For every answer four questions rear their ugly head
Oh a hatch oh my god is Jin really dead
Well I've stuck with it and to no great cost
Just half my bloody life trying to figure out LOST