ode to the roomie, part II

today marks an even sadder day than the last ode because as i'm writing this post, the room is half empty. amy moved out today...which means she is no longer officially my roommate. but alas, i could not forget my duty as a roommate to commemorate our roomieship and lament her departure from this barren room.

please read this poem as if it were written by a fifth grader:

last year we lived a few doors apart,
you were good at science, i did well in art.
you helped me get through chemistry
because you are really smart.

remember that time (we weren't by the pool)
you fell asleep on my blanket and started to drool?
we still decided that it would be cool
to live together the next year in a place called soule.

but that place wasn't really the best, we agreed,
so we placed our names on antoher deed
to get into a dorm called reed
and from soule hall, we did concede.

you moved in first, as you did in the past
and, of course, i arrived last.
i was surprised to see that our room was so vast.
my room from last year, the new definitely surpassed.

the arrangement of our room was prime
ontop of dressers and chairs, we both climbed
and we had it decorated in hardly any time.
and the cd chandelier clunked more than chimed.

six cochroaches in our room did we sight,
which was usually late at night.
one gave you quite a fright
from the bathroom "kill it!" you did incite.

"early to bed, early to rise"
before you i had always shut my eyes.
but now first in bed you lie,
while i stay up late to talk all night.

a few times we would all go to the gym
and jump in the water to go for a swim.
we'd do laps by kicking our limbs
to excercise so we could get trim.

we traveled around in your white camrey
and occasionally go on a wal-mart shopping spree.
you always liked to play the same cds
sister hazel would blare when you turned the key.

but, sadly, one day you were delivering food
and a random woman, your bumper she pursued.
after she hit you, the truth was skewed.
it was her fault, but the blame was on you.

on wednesday nights, to megan's we'd go
to watch our most favorite tv show.
the mysteries of lost, we'd want to know
will we ever find whos friend or foe?

we went camping again (a smaller gang)
and thank goodness this time it didn't rain.
some boys tried to scare us with loud bangs
and at midnight "happy birthday" you all sang.

i almost lived with you next year.
things changed, but we'll still be near.
into your apartment, i'll often appear
so being apart won't be quite as severe.

another year has come and gone,
and it really didn't really seem that long.
leaving so soon almost seems wrong...
but by this poem, the year is prolonged.

again, i know i'm not much of a rhymer
and some of my words could be finer
but i figured this would serve as a nice reminder
that this past year, we had a great time...er.