This poem was originally published in The Scribe, UCCS’s student newspaper, on Feb. 22, 2010.
By Eleanor Skelton
A satirical place poem in response to
“To Penshurst” by Ben Jonson
“To Room 117”
O Room 117, thou glorious star!
Thy walls indeed no prison are—
Students flock to thy repose
For thy allure is like the rose.
Communication, English, Philosophy are here enshrined
For the formation of malleable minds.
Ancient wisdom teems within thy walls—
Deep in the basement of Columbine Hall.
~ Freshman Eleanor Skelton
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