It was the first Friday night and all through the suite,
all the girls were quiet, not even a peep.
Headphones were in and laptops glowed bright,
telling tales of assignments to be put off that night.
When the clock struck eight, laptops were closed,
and they turned around and plans were proposed.
Makeup was applied, clothes were picked out,
and in front of the mirror stood three knockouts.
Armed with dazzling smiles and mascara clad eyes,
they were ready for any surprise.
Stepping out of the dorm, they laughed while crossing the street,
and rumbling stomachs sent them for something to eat.
After some food, they were ready to paint the town red,
and at two in the morning they all came home to bed.