My poem is to the tune of “On Top of Old Smokey”
A freshman in college
It would all be so new,
I needed a roommate
But didn’t know who.
I filled out a survey
And hoped for the best,
They mailed me a contact
Now this was the test.
We first met on Facebook
We typed back and forth,
She came from the South
And I from the North.
The chats were so friendly
We found out so much,
This online bonanza
Was a personal touch.
It was orientation
They day we first met,
Our online connection
Seemed like a sure bet.
We now room together
Each day has been great,
A Facebooking frenzy
As if it was fate.
I guess we were once young
An innocent view,
But now techno savvy
We all must stay true.
Such a wonderful poem!! :) :)
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