December 31, 2007

This same time last year, on a bit of a lark
I thought I would take some time off from the snark,
And compose a brief poem filled with puzzling clues,
For fans of the show to deduce should they choose.

As such I suppose I’ve raised expectations,
That this year include some like revelations,
Ensconced in an opus of rhythm and rhyme,
Awaiting discovery from those who have time.

While I hadn’t intended to write one this season,
I suppose it should certainly stand within reason,
That in order to get you to give it a rest,
I author another and grant your request.

So here is this year’s abstruse composition,
Designed for you fans who possess the volition,
To examine and study its cryptic contents,
In a bid to unearth hints to future events.

The brilliant one slowly loses his mind,
While a group of replacements puts the team in a bind.

Wallace’s research a menace let loose.
The key to success is compress not diffuse.

A relationship blossoms, an engagement is planned.
An old enemy sweeps down and gains the upper hand.

In an underground chamber the trio is stuck,
While Sheppard battles some really bad luck.

A corpse is discovered and John plays detective.
The city assailed by mutations infective.

Call the doctor from Earth to help us take action,
As the death of a loved one spurs McKay into action.

Get talked into escorting a precocious young brat.
The experiment’s minions the team will combat.

A battle is waged on the defender’s home field,
And the means of production is fully revealed.

Two warriors head off an incursion on Earth.
A mission is snagged by an untimely birth.

The status quo shifts, a power play made.
The arrival of this one leave some feeling dismayed.

An old friend returns, loyalties are reversed,
And a ghost from the past has us fearing the worst.

Atlantis the target of a mysterious race,
While myriad permutations are viewed from space.

So just like last year here are intriguing notions,
Sure to, no doubt, stir up strong fan emotions.
But do keep in mind while you revel or groan,
That it’s still very early. Nothing’s written in stone.