Stan Birch ‘22
Staff Editor
Whose alarms these are I think I know.
Pav only ever brings me woe.
They think, “Mid-day, the coast is clear,”
To sound alarms and let them blow.
The house pets all must think it queer,
Not a person is filled with fear.
While mid-day naps we try to take
That sound comes screaming in my ear.
A breakfast spread does not quite make
Amends for a repeat mistake.
Two mins. notice does not quite keep,
Peace and calm while outlines I fake.
I only fear, when dark and deep,
Siren sound rips me from my sleep,
A month to go before I sleep,
A month to go before I sleep.
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