'Twas was the eleventh day before Christmas
And she looked all around
A mess she had made
Boxes abound
Papers and tape, ribbons galore
Strewn all over her living room floor
She knew she would have to clean up
Before heading though the door
The post office beckoned
But gifts to procure
For her Family and Friends
She needed forsure
She looked and she browsed
With nothing in-site
Till a text came through
From a Friend with no foresight
A last minute lunch
With CSRM’s
Salads and noodles and a gameboy too
They sat and they chatted for two hours WaHooo
Topics of discussion
Vaginas to boobs
Nothing off limits
For this fabulous crew
They hemed and they hawed
Laughing and chatting
The smack talk was flying
Their ideas wise cracking
A flyer to be made
To hand out to twits
That held up school traffic
And gave us tourettes
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