Night House Frats

The night is drunk,
 The moons are full
And laughter doth ring
 Like a mischievous bell.

The house is a buckin'
 Like a mechanical bull
And the mascot is 
 Missing just as well.

The frats never live
 In the dull.
So what you see...
 Live free and tell.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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