By Tess Brewer O Caf, my Caf All the time I have devoted to thee Spending hours contemplating life waiting for the deli Wasting years dreading the inevitable decline of mankind in the pasta line What if, just if, I could be first to dine? But alas, I cannot As it is exactly twelve o’clock And every student here Anticipates the cheer of the cashier Refusing to look up from their phone The employees give a groan As you and all friends ask for an eco box. O Caf, my Caf How bitter my life would be, Not eating food … Continue reading ‘An Ode to the Caf’