Epigram For My Roommate, Freshman Year

Words for Merkle, Merke V---

my roommate in 120 B,

(majored political economy)

covetous with jealousy,

and puerile immaturity

(Mommy was just too motherly);

lacking common courtesy,

but ignorant romantically---

fixed up (due to our sympathy),

at Late Spring Ball with Stacie G,

(who often walked to class delightedly

barefoot; oh that was beautiful to see)
he left her there, quite surreptitiously

("I told her I had to go and pee").

She never spoke again to him, or me,

not even on that bright June day when we

(after four years) attained to some degree

with composite average B.

 

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Caught between his mother and his vain conceit,

he was not moved by Stacie's teasing, stockinged feet,

beneath her flowing ball gown, modestly long hemmed;

for that Merkle is execrated and condemned.

 

Starward

 

[jlc]

 

 

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