We felt like it was late night, but it was actually early morning,
Girl van was preparing for the final legs and our bodies were storming.
As we waited uncomfortably for boy van to appear,
There seemed to be a number of internal systems in need of an all clear.
Karen Ladd saved us from impending disaster,
She snuck us into her school building on a mission worthy of hysterical laughter.
Just about anyone would have been amused at the sight,
Six girls couldn’t have been filled with more delight.
10 sinks and 10 toilets never looked so inviting,
We Brushed teeth, washed faces and found it all too exciting…
We reveled in our access to what seemed like our own private flushers
No port-o-john stench, no lines, no empty hand-sanitizing dispensers.
Indeed we felt like porcelain queens,
Granted royalty status above the portapotty scenes.
Once we were cleaned up and cleaned out with pictures of our castle
We tried to exit the building without much hassle.
But a couple of runners saw us and questioned our trip to the loo,
What could we say? It pays to run for SLU!
We were revived and realized our bodies were not totally spent,
It was time to own the beach, and make others pay rent!
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We'll see your flushies,
and raise you a shower.
In and out of ABarr's,
in under an hour.
Avoiding the skunk
was all part of the plan,
then those fuckers snoozed
while I drove the van.
Arrived at the beach,
with something to lose,
While I talked to Kitty,
New Balance left with our shoes.
Drank 6 cups of cowdah,
while Matt and Kent got masseuzed,
Then Girl Van showed up,
And we all got super enthused.
With Liz round the corner,
and finally in sight,
We still managed third,
Sting as it might.
Unh- What?!?
SWEET poetry Sammy!
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