A poem by ifc pres

Twas a quiet night in the summer,
And not a stir was stirring,
Skibbidi Toilet Zach Pippen, a dreamer,
Gazed at the moon, thoughts whirring.

Wishing he could return to bloom,
He yearned for days gone by,
He picked up a frame in the gloom,
Friends at Delts, laughter in the sky.

"Will this be the year?" he mused,
TPA pair, a coveted quest,
Memories cherished, friendships fused,
In the stillness, his heart pressed.

Under the moon's soft glow,
He pondered futures yet unknown,
Hoping for bonds to continue to grow,
In the quiet of summer, dreams were sown.