It's finally Friday night
there's not a professor in sight.
If you think I'm happy - you're right!
My homework assignment is light,
I just have an essay to write.
We and our sister suite will unite,
dragging a couch over, so the seating is right.
We'll binge on Ozark most of the night,
‘cause we're all Justin Bateman acolytes.
Pizza and ice cream will be a highlight,
in an evening of lazy delights.
I wish you could join us on-site,
but a quarantine prevents the invite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh how wonderfully you've written this poem anais, and the rhyming is so good! But I couldn't hold my smile as I read: 'there's not a professor in sighthe line: ' : )