Before I left for break, I wrote this poem for my roommates.

A Tribute to my Roommates

The semester has come to an end
Which leads me to tell you, my friend,
About my three roommates
Who, on their birthdates,
Were named Eric, Matt and Tony.

Now, Eric likes to read
On magazines does his brain feed
Of their content we don't speak
Because they cause Karin's feminism to leak
And that's a warning one should heed.

Matt likes to play "World of Warcraft"
And he knows the meaning of "fabelhaft"
Sometimes he imitates Shakira
He used to have a hole in his ear-a
But now he sticks out his pierced tongue for a laugh.

Tony is not the least bit viscious
And "Ton Loc" is written on his dishes
He plays hockey inside
By rules he does not abide
By the way . . . your pineapple was delicious!

Now, Ham's presence I must highlight.
The boys joke about eating her off a skewer
So that the world would have one hamster fewer
But when everyone's tucked in their beds
I know the idea enters their heads
To sneak down and kiss her goodnight!