(My apologies to Shakespeare.)
When the morning sun shines through the room,
And Bob the trash man collects the cans,
And Tom the janitor picks up the broom,
And the only sound is the dorm room fans;
When the covers are thrown, and you shoot a scowl,
Then loudly sings that box so foul,
Bo-beep, bo-boo: that wretched note,
While sleepy Kate rolls out of bed.
When leaves fall gently to the street,
And tired teens get dressed for class,
And scuffed up shoes are thrown on feet,
And Marian’s hair is looking crass,
When you breathe in deep, and utter a growl,
Then loudly sings that box so foul,
Bo-beep, bo-boo: that wretched note,
While sleepy Kate rolls out of bed.
by Kate Sprandio ’10