Farscape Anniversary

Author: Lyra (SageofStory4250@aol.com)
Rating: G
Category: Poetry/Humor
Authors Notes: This is poetry written in honor of Farscape's third anniversary (2/26/02)

We joyously celebrate on this day
The show fresh in our memory
Farscape, sustaining the sacred arn
On this third anniversary

We toast to our dear crew members
For their courage and their strength
Though they started out as only five
They've come to such great length:

We'll start with D'Argo, our favorite Luxon
His tentacles hang in back
With his Qualta Blade, so legenedary
Nothing does our D'Argo lack
Long may he live, the ready warrior
His strength shall never age
And pray something will be created
To calm his Hyper Rage.

Next there's Chiana, in her fur collar
Her head tilted ninety degrees
Shout, "Legs apart!  Shoulders back!
Head twist!" to copy her comical freeze
Still we love her to death, our dear friend
And we wish her well
We shall never take for granted her
Sweet-sounding, classic "Frell!"

And our well-loved Stark, with his half-metal face
Though some say he's quite insane
May he always be there to calmly ease
A dying one's great pain
Stark, as strong as any warrior
In spirit living within
Dear Stark, although he is half mad
He's not a piece of dren.

Then there's Rygel, we shan't forget
Our Hynerian dominar
Buckwheat, Sparky, Spanky, and Froggy
As his nicknames usually are
His talents include bribing and complaining
But really, he's not dim
He's only a little misunderstood
When he farts his helium.

The spotlight turns to Pilot
And with Moya he does bond
Keeping all of the crew in touch
So they know what's going on
Pilot, always calm and wise
Serves to live, and lives to serve
Keeping sane his mushroom head
When the crew gets on his nerves.

Now Aeryn Sun, Prowler pilot
Our favorite kick-butt PK
Dressed in black leather, pulse rifle in hand
You'd be smart to stay out of her way
Thankfully, she is gaining some emotion
As the journey goes on
I fear dear Aeryn has been exposed to
A human far too long.

Enemy changes to loyal friend
Where we next come upon our Crais
He won't fire first, but if you do
You might want to get out of his face
Fear not, frightened friends, for Crais is not bad
He really and truly is good
Though he still has a grudge against Crichton
He's rather just misunderstood.

Too bad we can't say the same for Scorpi
Who's evil and bad all the while
Half Scarran, half Sebacean
There's nothing to call him but vile
He doesn't have mercy on prisoners
You'd be mad to call him fair
So if you like pain, go on to him!
He'll sit you right down in his chair.

Oh, dear me! I nearly forgot
The Leviathans of our show
Moya and Talyn, largest Scapers of all
Have feelings too, you know
Moya is calm but daring
While her son is feisty and fun
Long live our Leviathan friends
Until the series is done!

We weep for our Zhaan, with whom we've parted
Our Delvian of guiding light
Still we hold on to hope that she may return
On some starry night
Still we await, our hearts torn in two
Oh, how we miss her chants!
We shall not forget the universe's
Blue and best-loved plant.

There is another yet to see
To be discovered by curious eyes
A shedding redhead just introduced
Visible, yet in disguise
Jool, the newest crew member
Fitting in and giving out
I think we'll find some more about her
To give us something to scream about.

And last, but not least, we have the one
Stuck right there in between
The SACCers cry out in hapless joy
As John Crichton comes onto the scene
Some say the human's annoying
Roaming Moya's interior
But we love him, for he gives us reason to say
"Humans are superior!"

A big thanks to our crew members
So vital to the show
May they always stay alive and well
And pray they never go

We're grateful to the actors
The producers, and the fans
Without you all we'd be nowhere
You've made our Farscape grand

So now we celebrate on this day
The show fresh in our memory
Farscape, sustaining the sacred arn
On this third anniversary.