I've been meaning to post more verse -- my own, and other people's. Blame Jason for reminding me of this one, even though it's the wrong end of the season (and I'm nowhere near a campus these days):

Autumn Song for Alec

or, Who's that dirty old man leering out of the Chem Dept window?

Summer slowly fades away,
campus flowers even brighter:
hectic striplings seize the day,
shorts get shorter, tops crop tighter;

one last blaze of youth and skin,
refracted in the cooling prism
of early autumn; let's hope win-
ter eases Alec's priapism!

(How you doin' Alec? I hope you're OK.)