I’m a prose kind of girl but, when inspiration hits, you just have to go with it. Last Saturday night, I ventured back to the scene of many of the crimes of freshman year and the best place to ever sell sliced bread: Wawa.
I’m going to claim some poetic license here. Like I said, poetry is not my strong suit but without further adieu, an ode(ish) to Wawa:
Behold: the Power of the WA!
Sensory overload, I can hardly divine
Sitting, shinning under fluorescent lights
All the candy and snacks shoot tingles up my spine
All I desire, countless yummy delights.
Wa: a nightly ritual born in the quad,
Late night rendez-vous, breaks from dull essays
Tall red-headed Karen, the sour cashier
Now every return trip feels like a fraud
A quick jaunt back to simple freshman year
Still, I know if you’re still on the corner today
Oh my Wawa, there is nothing to fear
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December 12th, 2006 at 11:40 pm
After living in the Quad for 4 weeks this past summer, I developed an addiction to the WaWa sandwiches–although now I suffer withdrawal symptoms as NYC has yet to open a wawa! I would do anything to go to wawa at 10pm every night again.
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