'Twas The Night Before Santa Invented Social Media: A Holiday Poem

Twas the night before mid-terms, and all through the quad, Not a coed was stirring in old Ha’vard Ya’d. Modems and networking cables were tucked away with some care, In the hopes that a real live girl might one day visit here. Dustin and the gang were half asleep on their beds, While visions of Microsoft job offers danced in their heads. And I at the keyboard, and Eduardo hoping we don’t get caught, Had just settled down to hack into who is “Hot or Not.” A ruckus...