Freshman Fiasco

Strolling down the hallway,
On my way to class.
Everyone’s around me,
I’m just part of the mass.

Head held high,
I’m feeling mighty fine.
A smile on my face,
I’m on cloud nine.

Then suddenly I see him.
The boy that makes my heart beat.
Is he coming towards me?
I don’t think I can feel my feet.

Is this finally happening?
Has he come to talk to me?
Then he finally spoke:
“Hey, Karlee! XYZ!”

Those three little letters,
Just XYZ,
Who knew that shouting, “Examine your zipper!”
Would cause everyone to stare at me?

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