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Twas not a fancy dinner,
restaurant, or even a café, What awaited was merely at Canteen on a
fine summer day. |
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Sir Ethan, a camper in the Junior Division,
Had made a very bold, and well-thought out decision. |
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He set up a towel as a cloth, and
a flashlight as a candle, The atmosphere was exquisite, too exquisite
to handle. |
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But some felt that they could,
so they came over and sat, It was a ravishing time with Meg, Kiran,
and Kat. |
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Pretending it was tea, they
poured water in their cup, With British accents, napkins in shirts,
and always a pinky up. |
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They thought they could not get
any fancier, this was definitely true, Until a fabulous, polite
waiter came along, by the wonderful name of Stu. |
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Katie wandered over, as did
another friend, But, she spilled over her "tea" (water) and she
thought that was the end! |
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As she bellowed out, "Curse Me!",
others did help clean, And they still accepted her, because it's
not proper to be mean. |
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As the eve progressed, and
Canteen had to soon come to a close, They dabbed their faces, cleaned
up, and were about to get ready for their doze. |
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Before the final goodbye, they
looked over to the rest of the barbaric** mass, Admiring themselves
and their beautiful amount of class. |
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But to stop and reflect, Sir
Ethan demonstrated what can be seen, Is that everyday activities, can
be spicened up, especially at Canteen!
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***They're definitely
not barbaric, just used as a poetic device to juxtapose the classyness
of their meal.. yay English concepts! |
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