A Sonnet for Sin Bin

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.