Deep in the night, when moon doth reign
And freshmen here choose to remain
A strange affair we now unfurl
Where creepy grads watch pretty girl.
Where dormcest is a present force
Where mono occurs in due course,
Where one man will his cherry pop
And others see their boners drop.
Trees there are and fair nudists wide
For they have no sense of shame nor pride.
Your crush there is, beauty unplucked,
Twelve other faces she will have sucked.
Your RA too, radiant pure
Are those his balls, you can’t be sure.
The moon ascends, the bass drop hits
You breathe the smell of sweaty pits
All around you sweet nothings flow
You cannot choose but wish to go
And plant one kiss on her sweet lips
Too late, she grinds on douchey hips.
The party’s over, end the tune
Condoms across the ground are strewn.
PHEs are frightened, monitors too
They’ve seen the sweaty fumblings you
With love, or better lust, in mind
Have wrought, proving then that love is blind.
So, lend me your ears, if we be friends,
And Dylan will restore amends.
