an ode to dan

i want to smell your lovely-smelling hair...that is no longer there.
you may notice i'm no longer at lipscomb, and you'd ask, "where?"
western kentucky, for lipscomb's tuition is just not fair
and so i leave brittany, leslie, justin mcclain, and kevin harris in your care
but you can come and visit me, do you dare?
you could run like a hare
to my dorm room, my crib, my lair
you could ride on a bear
or ride on a mare
we could eat peaches, prunes, or pears
truly, a friend like you is rare
with your stunning looks, your catching stare
you always knew what to wear
to make your shirt sleeves look as if they were about to tear
because of your huge biceps