Lilia Evans

Two ICSMSU Presidents, both alike in indignity,
In fair Opera, where we lay our scene.
Both filled with mirth and lust for life,
The two eldest girls, understanding of alumni strife.

From ancient cast to fresh-faced ingénue,
We know each grad, and their scandals too.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

For who better to revive old names and drunken lore,
Than Sarah and I, one foot out of Opera’s door?
We promise lewd reunions, gossip, wine, and cheer,
To drag forgotten alumni back for yet another year.

No awkward pleas sent via boring email chain,
But Bacchanalian nights with wine and shame.
So cast thy vote, good people, without fear or sorrow,
Alumni Officers today for the legends of tomorrow.