An Ode to Eleven
by The Milton Measure on Thursday, October 13th, 2011
People are listening to the wise words of Todd.
We arrive here today to give cheer for ‘Eleven;
I’ve waited for this since the wee age of seven.
The bright sun is too hot but the talks we adore.
The grass of course green, that’s what you paid for!
Just a minute from freedom, kids full of elation.
Forget the cigars and live with temptation?
As kids get diplomas, parents loudly celebrate,
Two DC’s and three lawyers, at least she’ll graduate!
But Oh! It would be your kid that tripped right on stage.
Quick, hide your face behind the Paper’s miz page.
We look so sharp in white dresses and ties,
Pay close attention and try to be wise
For your name may be called at the ceremony’s end
And you’ll win a bag of quarters, try not to misspend.
Now come the goodbyes and the tears start to fall,
I’ll miss the strange stench of the quad above all.
Awkward hugs with the teachers, snap pics with attitude,
Last chance to reveal crushes, innocent or lewd.
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