Musings of a Scholar
Brooding late on a protracted thesis,
tired, but inspired by a great find.
Strolling out of Butler with millions of books,
out to brave the crisp Gotham night with a subdued mind.
The aroma of freshly made lamb gyro beckons yonder,
pleasures of burning Starbucks hot chocolate my palates ponder.
Cheers to the schools of meticulously dressed O hallow’s maidens,
Play, drink, trick, and treat, your rapturous laughter my heart lightens.
Oh, how the air admires the sight of the nimble scholar on this Hallow’s eve,
Deep, deep in the joyous romance my thoughts steep.
– Alexander Munson, on the night of Oct. 31.