Spring Ball: A Poetic Review
Leslie Lupien
Issue date: 4/8/09 Section: Arts & Entertainment
The evening of March 27 came and went by so fast,
It was the first Ball for many, but for our seniors, it was their last.
Right after classes had come to an end,
Girls were on a mission-to their hair they did tend.
Guys started later-much later it seemed.
But in the end they were ready, well dressed and all clean.
Things seemed to have begun pretty well,
As I walked towards the bus, a few stumbled, but none fell.
I jumped on with my friends-a little tight, I'll admit.
But I'm not complaining, we each had a place to sit.
And before we knew it, we'd arrived-we were there.
We exited the bus and made our way up the stairs.
Waiting for each of us was a friendly frisk and some food.
Nothing better than hors d'oeuvres to get you in the mood.
There were crackers, cheeses, fruits and veggies of all kinds.
So much to choose from, you could hardly make up your mind.
Many people didn't-they grabbed all that was in sight,
Brought their plates away and munched to their own delight,
While others mixed and mingled-said hello to their friends,
Looked at others outfits; glared at those who didn't blend.
Soon enough, the doors opened-the time had come,
To enter the ballroom and begin the real fun.
A few took to the dance floor, right then and right there,
While others approached their tables and tried not to stare.
Each table held the dinnerware, an Easter Lily and some cake,
The desert looked questionable, but it was a risk that in the end, most would take.
The meal started out with some salad and some bread,
Followed by chicken, ravioli, or shrimp, that left us each well-fed.
There was a little excitement in these first minutes of the night,
A couple of girls fell over; there was some drama and some fights.
The cash bar opened, but not quick enough, one would think,
It was the first Ball for many, but for our seniors, it was their last.
Right after classes had come to an end,
Girls were on a mission-to their hair they did tend.
Guys started later-much later it seemed.
But in the end they were ready, well dressed and all clean.
Things seemed to have begun pretty well,
As I walked towards the bus, a few stumbled, but none fell.
I jumped on with my friends-a little tight, I'll admit.
But I'm not complaining, we each had a place to sit.
And before we knew it, we'd arrived-we were there.
We exited the bus and made our way up the stairs.
Waiting for each of us was a friendly frisk and some food.
Nothing better than hors d'oeuvres to get you in the mood.
There were crackers, cheeses, fruits and veggies of all kinds.
So much to choose from, you could hardly make up your mind.
Many people didn't-they grabbed all that was in sight,
Brought their plates away and munched to their own delight,
While others mixed and mingled-said hello to their friends,
Looked at others outfits; glared at those who didn't blend.
Soon enough, the doors opened-the time had come,
To enter the ballroom and begin the real fun.
A few took to the dance floor, right then and right there,
While others approached their tables and tried not to stare.
Each table held the dinnerware, an Easter Lily and some cake,
The desert looked questionable, but it was a risk that in the end, most would take.
The meal started out with some salad and some bread,
Followed by chicken, ravioli, or shrimp, that left us each well-fed.
There was a little excitement in these first minutes of the night,
A couple of girls fell over; there was some drama and some fights.
The cash bar opened, but not quick enough, one would think,
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