An Old College Trick (That Prank) Poem by D.N. Rebb

Desire has such better meaning to the young and the dauntless
Those not searching for empty havens that will come back to haunt us
Astonishments and rekindled love are the topics of discuss
And that prank, that's now classic

What good are uncontrollable cravings without hunger or thirst?
Hardship can only be encompassed so long, until it all bursts
Cocksure freshman, now repeat this figure of speech until it hurts
As that prank becomes ritualized

For those isolated, but yet not necessarily alone
I could not help but notice, my sincere friends, how much you have grown
Then you remind me that this self-assurance is strictly on loan
And only the prank is tradition

There is praise to be awarded, as jaws drop and compliments flow
An insinuation of flattery that starts off rather slow
There is still groundless suspicion in the delivery, although
The prank will remain folklore

It's a futile quest to explain to those who do not listen
An audience is not easy to find when in this position
And so, I hereby dedicate this prize to the coalition
That kept the prank living