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Show SororiadOh, it was clear She was a dear. A perfect love, The dove. She was a treat To meet. How sweet. Tweet! Tweet!All Clytaemnestra's dates were filled;And confidences neatly spilled.The time was tense-A fortnight hence yet Pledge Day-Fourteen daysFor matinees,And lunch at Shay's.(For which-Ye gods!-the soror pays.)But oh, their stunning, cunning ways! And oh, their beauteous negligees! The sleepless slumber party pays, With marshmallows and Ida-Mays. (Yea, verily, they're e'er a craze).The much-sought Clytaemnestra smiled-Oh, HOW she smiled!That child so wild,Beguiled the Kappa Jamma maids,Likewise the Wanna Be Obaids,The Alpha Chyenne Peppers, too,And Gum Phi Diddle Doo.Abnormal, formal dinner dances, Haughty hesitation prances, Wee hooptedas, wild whooptedids, Were planned and plotted for this kid. Hippity-Hops were held for Cly, (And Clytie never questioned why) By soror Janes-God only knows how sore!Then one day Clytie spilled the beans-This little queen,This little dream,She spilled the beans!O Hector, 'twas a bitter end! -Though never was a fitter end:BECAUSE she pledged "THE DarlingBunch"And swore she had the proper hunch. Why, they were dears, doves, dumplings,dudes! And one or two were A-grade studes!Yet how she sighed, and cried, and lied,And wished she'd dyed, so blueWas she at loo-sing three in chew-sing Gum-Phi-Diddle-Doo.. Adieu."Inspired by ibe kitty M197 |