Poem to Mom

Dear Mom,

I'm leaving for 142 days,
No more classes, exams and essays.
But I must also leave behind
My friends, my family and my mind.

Three more nights and I'm on a plane
But counting the days makes me go insane.
So I did 2 leader camps in an old shack
And now I have no time to pack.

Hopefully in two weeks,
I will have good punting techniques,
A place to live and a mini-fridge,
As well as the best friends in Cambridge

If you could fly over to see me
You'd find me having a cup o' tea.
Or sleeping on King's College's grass,
Or tanning like I had no class.

When I heard you were afraid
I would stay there and get laid,
I almost l.m.a.o.r.o.t.f.
Because I am not that hardcore.

Four months is very long,
In August I'll write you a song.
But even if UK had no flaw,
I would still come back to Ottawa

So Mom, worry not for me,
Unless I call cause I need money.
I'm sure I will do fine,
So just have a glass of wine... (I know I will!)