Twas the night...

'Twas the night before the last day of Zalika's class, when all through the house
Not a creature felt sweat-free, except for a mouse.
The fans were placed by the windows care,
In hopes that some coolness soon would be there.

My roommates nestled among other house's beds,
While visions of ice cubes danced in their heads.
And my cat Pepper sprawled on the carpet, not in my lap,
We had just settled our brains for a hot summer night's nap.

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Barefoot and belligerent, I flew like a flash,
Threw open the door and got ready to dash.

The moon on the breast of the grass I need to mow,
Gave the lustre of some familiar people below.
When, what to my sleepy eyes should appear,
But all of Cohort 1, those people I hold so dear.

With Beth as the driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
More rapid than passing essays in Sara's class, her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called some by name!

"Now Leah! now, Heather! now, Avni and Adrienne!
On, Rachael! On, Kyle! On , Catie and Dylan!
To the top of the campus! to the top of Rogers Hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As good times that before the wild graduation fly,
When they meet with beer, not a person gets shy.
So up to Lewis & Clark the coursers they flew,
With a carpool full of reflective narratives, and puppets too.

And then, in a moment of silence, I heard on the roof,
The laughing and mingling of each Cohort 1 goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jean Piaget came with a bound.

He looked really super smart, from his head to his foot,
And his books were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of theories, he had flung on his back,
He informed me that of big questions I'll never lack.

(that's all for now)