good times, dude

sam, a close friend from univ, visited me last week. we were meeting after almost a year, and it was lovely to have her here for 5 days. she's been to brussels before and has had her fill of sightseeing, so we just hung out...watched a few movies, caught up with each other, laughed and did nothing of consequence. and we talked of the times we shared in univ, and how we got there in the first place. we talked of all that we did while we there, and those that we didn't.

so sam - this one's called "good times, dude".

to tell you frankly, no lies,
our acceptance was a surprise.
we were recruiting mistakes.

each time we came up with 'buts',
just couldn't gather our guts
to enter the library alone.

we googled our way through life,
our multiple moments of strife
we spent hours at the vending machine.

we climbed the chess ladder,
and really couldn't be gladder
that we could just laugh at our state.

the namaz and the meditation,
praying for our salvation
together at the crack of dawn.

buttered scones and brocolli pasta,
dreams of the sun and mid-day siesta
kept us going through it all.

the pre-submission madness
the abject helplessness,
we tore our work apart.

and am glad we did so,
for without all that slicing
it wouldn't have been as much fun.

we were 'cabbaged' most of the time
and we concocted silly rhymes
just like this one.