LAST EDITED ON 04-14-01 AT 11:17 AM (EST)(Posted in condolence for Survivorerist. For all the work you’ve done, I think we owe you this. Flame this if it’s already done, but be kind to my first attempt at poetry. If you can put up with the tree mail, you can surely put up with this.)
To AMBER BRKICH, Casualty of episode 11:
A poem entitled, “Oh My Gawd!”
An idyllic face among the survivor crowd,
You chose bad company with one who was “way too loud”.
“Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”
Other than the many “Oh My Gawd!”,
Don’t remember you saying a lot.
We saw a helpless lamb at first,
Not knowing what to say or do without THAT "actress".
Thankfully, out of the witch’s shadow you emerge,
A resilient princess named Amber Brkich.
“Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”
A force to be reckoned with at challenges,
it’s sad so soon you had to go,
‘cause backstabbing Tina just said so.
“Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”, “Oh My Gawd!”
Edited to change God to Gawd.