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 © Mark Mason | Year Posted 2016
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