Reed hosted a limerick contest in 2015, and while many are too lewd to share here, a few struck me as particularly worth revisiting, ten years later.
There once was a poor kid so alien
Anonymous Reedie
to her family episcopalian
she became a red Reedie
and took up graffiti
in the form of a thesis Hegelian.
Would you believe me if I told you there were 17 theses listed in the library with “Hegel” in the title? That feels a little low, if I’m being honest…
Those debates on the Reed Facebook forum
Anonymous Reedie
Tend to bring out the worst trolly foram.
They stick out their tongues
And find themselves stung.
‘Cause to Olde Reed and Nu? They just bore ’em.
Thank goodness Reed (Unofficial) has settled down a bit in the last 11 years…
Reed’s symbol, our favorite Doyle owl
Janet Svirsky ’64
Must be stolen, lest someone cry foul.
Each and every theft Leaves some Reedies bereft
And incites other ones to the prowl.
The Doyle Owl makes me feel the need to wax poetic from time to time myself, for sure.
“Kids these days have gone soft in the head;
Lev Navarre Chao ’12
they should do it the old way, instead!”
Hey, it’s ok to mourn –
but no need for such scorn.
Every era’s Olde Reed will be dead.
Ah yes, the second most common motto at Reed, behind “Atheism, Communism, Free Love”–Olde Reed is Dead. I like Lev’s take on the matter, though!
Humming off to the Great Lawn,
The Prexy Ghost