Roses are red
Violets are blue
I would not be
caught dead
With a blue Violet
at NYU.
A loyal alum
Of Washington Square
Where guitarists
would strum
To no-ones aware.
With sheepskin in hand
In Latin no-less
I roamed this great land
Seeking success.
I did the school right
By making my mark
Never losing sight
Of my roots in New York.
With a look back nostalgic
In those rose colored glasses
With my school reunion clique
And wish I was back in classes.
Puma/MMIX
Copyright 2009/Tony Puma
Voices in my head, verses to be read.
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