it was new year's eve.
i cant help but leave.
the memories of the past year.
like the glow after the fire.
we had laughter, joy and fun,
amidst parties, classes and lunch.
yet there is still some sadness.
of donuts whose miscarriage we witness.

yet its a whole new season.
n all of u should listen.
for the love of ms yap our god.
we need to throw in with the lot.
n conquer the dark lord of cambridge.
like an igor pullin the switch.
usin burrettes and filter paper.
we will put chocolates till later.
and everyone will talk
bout the pm4 who rocked.