O mystery man sporting wilderness gear
Your latest great journey has lead you here
To the 10 East Gold, heading to class
You see open spots but you decide to pass
Your backpacking boots surely don't feign
Your preparedness for the streets of Champaign
Your keys have absolutely no chance to slip
From the climbing rated carribeaner attached to your hip
As a trail tested hiker, you throw caution to the side
Neglecting to sit down or hold handles as you ride
Your concentration is unwavering, you don't dare to smile
Your power stance is taking up the whole middle aisle
We roll past Green, you've almost made it
The 10 minute bus ride, standing unaided
With a smug sense of satisfaction you glance around
Only to to find yourself lying on the ground
If you happen to be reading this well crafted ode
Next time you're on the bus, make sure to take note
The handles on the bus are for you to hold
Unless you like the floor of the 10 East Gold
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