The Class Ending

It is that season again When men are men In the upper class ready to defend Their social status as leaders With innocent images of being sweeter Finding ladies to be courted Despite not being able to afford it Girls flip the magazine pages While their beaus make their wages For one evening out Acting mature looking good no doubt They call it a formal dance where the chivalry carries the gentlemen lance Escorting their ladies Who were childhood mate tees Filled with beauty talk they have that certain walk Onto the dance floor Innocent romance in store Prom night is here and trying not to sneer Since it is good bye to friends After thirteen years together in one community of academic social mends It is your stand, your plan to take command Kids no more saying kindly adult hood open the door