improvidence

On the occasion of his half birthday, an ode to Jer:

Unzip, unzip eeeeee eeeeee eeeee
Out fly narsty moths ferociously
Above the majestic head of Jer
Who you undoubtedly noticed standing there.

Denim buttondown, atop the rest
Covering a deliciously hair’ed chest
With eyes of brown and teeth of white
My oh Moses, is he quite the sight.

An artist, a god, an improv hero, a man
A mysterious RISDer with no need for a plan.
He cocks his head to the side
A night of mayhem at his house is implied.

Within the smoky den of the illustrious Jer
You find you’re hungry, with despair.
For in the fridge, you let out a sneeze,
All there is, is MOLDY CHEESE.

With love and devotion,
Happy 20 ½ my darling.

Horace Hadlington
Friend and Fellow Cheese Sniffer