28 April 2008
♥ an ode to prom
There was once was a dance before May
When the ladies looked nice for a day
They went with their dates
The limos raised their rates
And everyone ran off to play.
Into the ball they would dance
At the ladies the fellas would glance
I speak of the Prom
(It's not held in Guam)
Each boy hopes to get in her pants.
For that's the tradition!
He hopes for permission
Once the night's at its end
He hopes over she'll bend
Be warned, ladies: that is his mission!
But wait, you musn't lose hope
For although he may not be the Pope
He thinks you look the best
In your beautiful dress
And without you, he'd most likely mope.
Prom, at its best, is quite fun
(Though we also have seen the worst one)
It's always at El Jebel,
and though the food is like hell
We all smile when it's all said and done.
When the ladies looked nice for a day
They went with their dates
The limos raised their rates
And everyone ran off to play.
Into the ball they would dance
At the ladies the fellas would glance
I speak of the Prom
(It's not held in Guam)
Each boy hopes to get in her pants.
For that's the tradition!
He hopes for permission
Once the night's at its end
He hopes over she'll bend
Be warned, ladies: that is his mission!
But wait, you musn't lose hope
For although he may not be the Pope
He thinks you look the best
In your beautiful dress
And without you, he'd most likely mope.
Prom, at its best, is quite fun
(Though we also have seen the worst one)
It's always at El Jebel,
and though the food is like hell
We all smile when it's all said and done.
4/28/2008
