We’re counting on not seeing her horse hop
Or daringly die, due to an awful rift
Between neighbors, who sang goodnight
While swinging candelabras.
Stop and consider this night
From your broomstick and lay an egg.
You can’t deny the luck of a gentleman
When he called for your tow truck,
Since other moments are cursed.
We stand in our dormitory shelter,
Under a flimsy night, clinging to superstition
And break the lantern and its’ light,
While we raid the nearest star.
In kind, we remove from our sight
The dinner that was prepared
In honor of our leaving