Ode to 1003

As the last stragglers have finally moved out of the house, I found it fitting to write an ode to the two years in the house. Actually, I was extremely bored at work and needed something to pass the time. Oh, and Dr. Seuss has nothing on me.

"Ode to 1003"

Two years spent on campus
We now would be free
To live at the house
Known as 10-03

Six guys and a girl
We just couldn't wait
It all came together
It must have been fate

We took trips to move in
And clear out the trash
Consumed lots of liquor
No worry where to crash

The house was soon christened
On Roland's birthday
All plates in the house
Smashed behind Safeway

The school year started
With a bang thanks to us
We partied and partied
No neighbors gave fuss

Whenever we wanted
To make some fast cash
We sent message to the kiddies
To come to our bash

Two kegs and some liquor
Was all that it took
The kids just kept coming
We could tell they were hooked

It wasn't just parties
We did other stuff too
Like beer pong and hookah
And call Brian a Jew

With much going on
The year ran by quickly
We lost a house member
And all felt so sickly

We somehow moved on
We drank and we drank
And further into alcoholism
We sank and we sank

The first year was over
So soon had it passed
One more yet to come
It would be our last

Our second year started
As soon as the first
Some things had changed
We still drank and we cursed

We had two new members
A mick and a guinnea
We treated them well
And yes I'm just kidding

The mick was just there
For a very short bit
He needed more room
To stretch out his shit

The guinnea he stayed
Where else would he go?
Stuck in Spokane
To work radio

Year two had less parties
We grew tired of that game
But when a party happened
We knew who to blame

Broken windows and fines
Were the problems we had
It seemed it was our goal
To make Ken very mad

No matter the party
No matter what was done
It was the members of the house
That made living there fun

The first floor had balance
One lazy one not
Politics and classes
They fought and they fought

A dad and a reverend
Were both on floor two
So slept the guinnea
And a bed-pisser too

The attic had one
The asshole in the house
His way got shit done
He wasn't a louse

Many memories we had
Many more did we make
Testicleeze and the Lancers
Are a few I will take

So as you move on
And further your career
Never forget 10-03
Remember it fore'er