“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