Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi’s slow.
Last year there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn’t been any snow
it guess it’s global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?
I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted.
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.
I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky.
I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees.
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire.
to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
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nom de guerre (French) = means a pseudonym
Translated from the Slovakian
I enlisted with the god of second chances
Knowing my chances were second to none.
I surrendered my soul and my passport
When I entered my new life’s routine
In service to the colors of France.
I’d pledged my honor and fidelity,
Or whatever romantic sh*te was required,
When I’d earned my coveted ticket
For the train ride from Marseilles to Toulouse.
A sheep that's learned to fill itself on meat.
The training was tough, but the treatment humane.
Not like the nonsense portrayed in the movies.
But I was prepared to march or die
On the day I was given my name,
Vojak Bojovnik, Légion étrangère.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
DIEN BIEN PHU
Love in a Name.
Crystal Falls, I saw this name on the net
I could so easily fall in love with a woman like her
Her name has so many possibilities a song
Or a dramatic love story that ends in loss of love
She will forever be a song in my heart even if
She left me with a man with diamond studded yacht
Crystal Falls know diamonds are forever
Love is a sunny day in winter land.
Why did people, tell me she is an ambassador for
A club of people who like dining at fancy restaurants.
Her nom de guerre is Crystal Fall; her real name is
Johana Solar how can I love a name so unmusical
A vase dropped to the ground it was made of mineral
Shards of broken love.
I am very well aware
of the Thomas Crown affair.
As I sit here in my chair
running fingers through my hair.
Now I solemnly declare
that it certainly is not fair.
So I really do not dare
to pretend I do not care.
For though I may despair
and haven’t got a prayer
of having any share
in the Thomas Crown Affair.
I find I have a flair
for making people care
exactly what they wear
when strolling through the square.
On their way to anywhere
unless they stop and stare
at a window filled with glare
or a multi-millionaire.
If you feel you must repair
to a place with weather fair,
you can ride upon a mare
she will surely take you there.
You can feast on tasty fare
such as eggs and ham or hare
or steak that’s very rare.
It will all be great I swear.
Then, come see me in my lair,
it’s best that you prepare
or you’re bound to get a scare
when you meet my big black bear.
I call him Robespierre
for that’s his nom de guerre
but for those of you who care
I have a truth to share.
It was really Robespierre
who with tender loving care
upon the taking of a dare
devised the Thomas Crown affair.
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