Zip, slosh, stomp, clink

Take off your pants 

And Merideth Heika sip a goddamn drink 

This is an ode to the beautiful, an Ode to the Wise

This is an ode to the people that even shaved their thighs

I can’t wait to see you in the box inside of zoom

But disappointed our privates won’t be going boom boom

We grieve for the traditions we will miss

We grieve for all the “just-friends” we will not kiss

I long for the pregame, my friend fucked the host so it’s chill

I long for my 8am final the next day, and for all the advil

I want the pre-pre games with the lukewarm beers

I want to see the girl from italian 102 who I sometimes flirt with and we’re both with our friends so we aren’t gonna like talk for a long time but we say Hi and then she disappears.

Reminiscing now, I weep for all that I remember.

Undie Run, I beg you, please come back in December