Ode on a Grecian urn

The neon lights glowed half past three,
But my eyes still glued to the TV screen.
Weary and teary, I just can’t stop,
Greek is better than Britney Spears’ pop.
One after another, the tapes keep rollin’
Let the episodes carry on showin’.
Casey’s hot, Rachel’s a bitch,
Cappie leaves me in a stitch.
Spitter’s dorky, Dale is even worse.
And Chambers always come in first.
Secrets, scandals and blackmails aside
Brothers and sisters, together till they die.
Zeta Beta, Kappe Tau, Omega Chi,
Watching Greek is like eating chicken pie.