Shall I compare thee to A Wednesday Eve
For you smell of VK, and of Jager
Rough times have meant that you now must leave
But in Wicked Student Nights we will remember.
Sometimes too loud, Boom Boom Pow did play
And often security doth screamed in my face
By chance or nature, every Wednesday I did stay
In a queue of some kind, in an internal disgrace.
Thy eternal stickiness will never fade,
Nor will I recover my lost sense of self,
Nor can I imagine anyone there from Slade
They go to Roxy, they value their health.
So goodbye to the strongest in the Sports Night Troupe
Forever in our hearts, will we remember Loop.
