Composed at 1:30 am

Here is the product of my sleep deprivation. When faced with the seemingly insurmountable task of composing yet another poem this week, my beloved roomie Aubrea and I tackled the task with impressive determination, given the time of the day. If any of you are at all curious what it's like to live in a former study lounge with three of the most awesome girls in the country here it is:

Below upper Dixon

Between East and West

Four girls live together

Without any rest

The room with six windows

Two doors and five walls,

 So fills up with laughter

It bursts through the halls.

The room’s like no other

Adventures abound

Their beds tend to break

So they sleep on the ground.

There’s always fruit salad

Nail polish and slugs,

But mostly they kill those

‘Cause they don’t like bugs.

They often have strangers

Who want to explore

Their room filled with people

And pictures galore.

Others are jealous

‘cause that room’s first rate

But everyone’s welcome –

No matter how late.

You may think this poem

Is out of the norm,

But you’d understand

If you lived in my dorm.

hope this made you smile
-shaela