Chumleyitis Poem by bob barci

Where have all the Chumleyites gone
in such a short, short time?
This lounge was filled with people
just a little while ago.
Where are the Chumleyites?
What are they doin'?
I hear some talkin' upstairs.
Sounds like only two or three.
Where are the rest?
Why is this lounge so empty?
What attracts them to the upstairs lounge?
This room is so empty and I don't know why.
There are some ladies in their rooms.
They should come out and join me.
Something's going on upstairs.
Maybe I'll go up and join them.
It would be great if they would join me,
but I doubt they will.
Where have all the Chumleyites gone?
In such a short, short time
this room emptied out
and the Chumleyites disappeared.
We have got the beer drinkers,
and we have got the winos.
We have got the all night game players,
and those we hardly see at all.
So, come on home Chumleyites.
Let's mingle together.


dedicated to Chumley Dorm of Windham College
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