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YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN

 

 

WITHIN THE HALLOWED HALLS OF HARVARD

AND ITS IVY-COVERED BALLASTRADES;

YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARWARD MAN…

HE’S THE ONE STANDING NEAREST TO GOD.

 

WITH HIS STEEL-BEAMED EYES AND SQUARED

TIGHT JAW, PART OF HIS SLICK FAÇADE.

 LIKE A ROMAN GOD; HIS CRIMSON TIE AND YEAR-ROUND TAN

AH!  THERE BEATS THE HEART OF A HARVARD MAN.

 

WHETHER HIS NAME IS JOSE GREENBERG OR YING CHEN WOO

YOU KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT HE’LL CARRY OUT

HIS LOVE  FOR THE CRIMSON, THROUGH AND THROUGH.

 

HE BUYS HIS CLOTHES FROM GUCCI AND J. CREW;

NEVER WATCHES FOX NEWS.

NEVERTHELESS HE’S AT HIS BEST WHEN

DISCUSSING HIS VIEWS WITH SOME OF THE VASSAR CREWS.

 

SWEATER SLUNG RAKISHLY OVER TONED SHOULDER, COLOR

A MAUVISH BLUE; HE’S SEEN IN SERIOUS CONVERSATION WITH

WELLSLEY GIRLS, TOO.

 

 THE WHIFFENPOOF IS OVER; AND THE EVENING’S OVER TOO.

STILL YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL  HARVARD MAN….BUT YOU CAN’T TELL HIM WHAT TO DO.

 

JOSE GREENBERG’S REMINISCING WITH ABDUL EL HAIKU

AS THEY’RE CROSSING HARVARD YARD;

AND DISCUSSING RATHER SEDITIOUSLY

THEIR PROXIMITY TO GOD.

THEY’D LOVE TO TELL A HARVARD MAN

BUT HE’D SAY, “THAT’S NOTHING NEW.”

SO YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN

IF YOU NEED SOMETHING TO DO. 

 

WHEN ON THE FIELDS OF FRIENDLY STRIFE

WHERE ALL THE BEST HAVE TROD,

YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN

HE’S STANDING IN FOR GOD.

 

 

 

Judi Talcott Rogers

8/29/13