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These notes are late -- I ran out of time Last night (I was at U2 -- Bono's ego up on stage was certainly a trip!) But now my favorite thing in the whole world Starts its weekly turn: the conquest of another strange device, and thus confusing Twain. A kickball invite has been sent to Twain: One hundred bucks to play; Sunday, May 6th, the time. The money helps Camp Kesem, where kids may conquest Cancer. A girl runs a marathon; not for ego But to help leukemia victims 'round the world. With our financial help, she cannot trip. Want to drink this weekend? Then take a trip Off-campus; alcohol will not be found in Twain. (We have to save our admits from the big and scary world.) In other news, it's that nigh-yearly time When some racist bastard with an ego Scrawls something rancid on a wall. A conquest Cannot triumph if none are there to conquest. Ignore him and his writ. There is a boat trip In this dorm's future; speak with ego, Dance with id. Be your true mind. Twain Will be joined by others, and the time Of leaving is a Saturday; August 28th, at 7:00. Your world |
Will never be the same once you have danced on watery world. Leland and Jane Stanford, the pair who dared the conquest Of the West, receive their due this time Each year. Sunday, April 22nd, at 10:30 in the morn, trip On over to the Mausoleum, where the twain Lie in rest. At 12:30, swallow your ego And lunch with others in the Quad, There, ego Et tu -- you and I -- will hear the speakers of the world. Once you've had your fill, come back to Twain And wait to celebrate the past conquest Of French invaders by Mexican troops. The name may trip Your tongue: Cinco de Mayo. Zapata needs our funds, this time. I wasted much time filling my own ego By writing this poem, but -- a trip of self-glory? For all the world I would not shun that joyful conquest! See you next week, Twain! -AndrewV is writing frightening verse |