Homecoming Queen

We Love Her.

She is our date.

By "our"....I mean she is the Wildcat's date.
Not the"wildcat" in this photo.  

The Wildcat that belongs to this blog is a sophomore....
....
....with a "concussion"

this is him...with his back towards me in the hooded sweatshirt.

Hey.
It's cold out tonight.

Here's the cheerleaders.
I don't get nearly enough shots of them to do them justice.

My bad.


I leave, tonight, with a poem.

One that a sophomore who asks as senior (who ends up to be homecoming queen) can be proud of:

Hey there Brandie

Welcome to class

I've got a little 

Question to ask....

Are yo busy the 22nd of September?

It's the Homecoming dance

In case you don't remember.

It's okay if you have a new

romance.

I just wanted to

take a chance.

It's a long shot for me

Since it's your senior year

But it sure would make this sophomore 

Cheer

It would make me happy 

if you said yes.

I'd buy a tie and a flower

to match your dress

*****

Now

Back to the reason 

for this letter I wrote...

(I hope I don't get in trouble

for passing this note)

Will you be my homecoming date?

Your friend always

comma

Nate

(aka: nathan)

P.S. if you say no

it is no crime.

but don't you like

my cheesy rhyme?

(flower was stolen from the neighbor's yard)