Ode to My Roomies
Oh roommates, oh roommates,
How wonderful you are
Whenever I need a helping hand
I know you won’t be far
Oh roommates, oh roommates,
No girls were ever so cool
There’s no one I’d rather live with
While I’m finishing up school
Even when the garbage stinks
Even when there are eggs in the sinks
Even when our neighbors drink
No matter what other people think
No matter what we go through
You’re the best roomies around
No other girls could be so fun
No greater roomies could I have found.
So here’s to you, oh roomies
For it is plain to see,
That the coolest thing about you
Is that you’re willing to put up with me.
2 Comments:
Sheesh no mention of the neighbor who DOESN'T drink and sleeps in your bed when his roomies are drunk??? Fine then, I see how it is...hate me because I'm white then. See if I care.
-C
Charles, you know I adore you...but the oh-so-corny title to the oh-so-corny poem was, in fact, "ode to my roomies", and although you are here ALL the time, you don't technically qualify. One day I will write an ode to Charlie just for you, though!
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