To Woo an Anthropology Major (In response to Sarah's Challenge)
Whisper, whisper.
Come to the desert, my flower,
The mammoth bones await.
Your excavation technique is like
a song of subtle, sweeping, stirrings;
A symphony to soothe the seeker
Of sacred runes
In shifting dunes.
Yes, desirable biped,
You’ll unearth my heart there too.
posted by Hayden | 11:08 AM
9 Comments:
*swoons*
Wow...
:D
sarah, there are many other poets in the english department should you ever decide to do a little cross-wildering.
Except that the English department is mostly made up of women, and that wouldn't accomplish much.
Have you considered business, Sarah? Becky may know if there are more prospects in that department.
LOL!!! rrrright, like any business major guys have any skills in wooing...
But are there more males? That is the material point.
The odds may be good, but the goods are odd
LOL Karissa! Anyways, I am indeed full of strife and vexation, so perhaps cross-wildering is the way to go. I would prefer a man who was not Noel, which is a little impossible when only looking at the anthro department.
"desirable biped"
lol
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