“And that’s how you organize a marketing campaign”

She said as her fingers ran through her luscious mane

As she pressed the black marker to her lips

I was daydreaming that it was my fingertips

Five minutes later, she called on me to answer

A question unknown, as I imagined her a dancer

And completely zoned out and failed to pay attention

She got so mad, yet it only grew my attraction

How could I stay focused when she looked so fine

These adverts and promotions lie in the back of my mind

I wanted her as badly as I wanted to pass

With both equally unlikely, I was failing the class

Her intelligence was hot, as was her hourglass figure

With ample time on Earth to grow smarter and sweeter

While I was an awkward undergrad, new to adulthood

I wanted to ask her out, yet I never would

Because she must have a husband, or a harem of men

Her body and mind a most seductive blend

The more I reflected, the lower my mood

She was perfect, I shared a shower with forty dudes

And so my mind wandered and wandered until the end of the lecture

And snapped out of a daydream of exploring her most wonderful architecture

But there’s no reason to have false hope, to follow or lurk

It was time to return to the dorms, and do my homework