An Ode to Jocelyn

A rainy Sunday it was, not too long ago
In an appartment on Pepperell St.
2 roomates sat down the hall from each other, talking on MSN.
Why, may you ask?
For they were lazy, says I.

They had no cushion for their barren futon frame
The could not watch TV, nor movies, they could only complain.

The rain poured down and down
The minutes ticked on and on.

Suggestions of a tunnel to be dug; a passageway to the store
So absurd it was considered, life was such a bore.

And so one roomate questions why there is nothing in this blog.
Nothing to read, no accomplishments to applaud.

And so this is my answer dear roomate
This is what I have to say to you,

Where are you Richard?? I want to talk to you... Richard... RICHARD!!!!!!!!