were Claire and her casio,
to her fabulous flatmates's delight.
She kept her headphones on good, as together we stood
to take in the hilarious sight.
We have no current plans to remove the contraband
that sits squarely on our table of wood,
nor do we have a play to keep it from the RA
for appreciate our scene she should.
We have lemonade and cake and some trident gum,
a martini shaker, some watercolor paper, a figure skater and brushes,
we have cards and place mats and a purse and matches
and don't see what the fuss is,
as it is all better, serene if you might,
when jazzilly cast in such candlelight.
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