It's the season of love...

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Valentine’s tomorrow, and the frats are on the move.

LB sitting backside, **** in hand,
Will be busy on Tinder, bodycount eager to expand.

SIGS feeds their Lemmon, always hungry for more,
But it's the pledges he’s after, not chocolate galore.

Though TC's fled FIJI, hoping for sweets,
dateless he's left, as his court times at 3.

So go grab your paddles, or eggs to be thrown,
cuz the boys will be hammered, and ready to go.

JR is laughing, the night’s calling for snow,
Will a frat man find romance? Or just a line of blow...