Seven Years After Freshmen Year: a poem about courtney ferracane

Valentine's Day was the night that we met 

You get so self-conscious when your hair appears wet

You like making bracelets and sending out cards, 

You lived in a tent in Indie Brown's yard

You're deep and you're shallow, whichever is needed

And just so you know, you're never conceited 

Elderly sickies call you at work 

But you dislike your job 'cause your boss is a jerk 

Twilight and R-pats, they make you so giddy 

But you don't like K-stew since she isn't that pretty

You stand up on tables and yell people's names 

Your favorite sport teams are the SEU Flames

Sarcasm's your humor and maps, your profession 

When telling a story, you use no discretion

We kid and we joke and misspeak very often, 

But when you're around, all our hearts soften

You're one of a kind and ever-so dear 

We'll always be "girlz", from far or from near