The ‘Double-J Power Play’ at Ormond Smokos
August, 2012 - May, 2013
Granted to us such little time,
but fruitful so that here, in rhyme,
we mourn that we did not deserve
longer to dwell on Josh’s curves.
We can but frame these treasured sights,
and thank the Gods he had no tights,
and turn our minds to seasons when
Allen bequeathed us such loose men.
And Jack, on whom we pinned our hopes,
that he’d bum someone else’s smokes -
his costumes left a memory here,
of a man who did it for the beer.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old, (although the freshers will probably still be about the same age);
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn (that’s for the courts to do);
At the going down of the sun, and when we stay up all night and watch it rise up again while wearing traffic-cones as hats,
We will remember them.