So I wrote this tonight for my friend Jill. It seems a lot of my friends who took off for college recenly are relapsing from lack of Mr. Jaak here. Only going to be worse when I leave though for I will not be back to Iowa for a long time afterward. Anyway, they all miss me so I wrote this poem for Fatty Fatty Boombalatti, Jill Comried. She is as thin as a toothpick, so I don't want to hear any crap about being cruel. She likes it, anyway.