For those of you who haven’t yet heard some of the worst news to ever arrive to a Georgetown student’s ears, Brown House will no longer house students next year. So, without further adieu, here is 4E’s ode to this magnificent Georgetown party scene staple:
There you are, brown bricked, standing high and tall
Gracing N St. with your presence for all,
Forever in our hearts and in our minds-
For freshman year you were one of the greatest of all finds,
Brown House you will be dearly missed-
For when we heard the provost office claimed you, we bawled in fits,
Who will appreciate your walls for dancing?
Who will be there late into Saturday night for dance floor romancing?
The Provost’s office, man, what do they even do?
Certainly not host parties, Georgetown’s social glue-
On campus there will be one less place for freshmen to crawl,
One less place to find bouncers with which to brawl,
Your sticky floors will never be the same-
The tidy little Provost is going to make you so lame,
I never did dare go pee when there,
One of many memories we will never be able to share,
But don’t feel too bad Brown House; you’ll always be in our heart-
For your legacy among Hoyas shall never depart