Eileen's architecture assignment this weekend was to write a poem about a potential art gallery on Skinker (and here I am wasting my time with edge detection algorithms and Master's theses). Being a good boyfriend, I decided to do her work for her, but so that she doesn't get in trouble I'm posting it on the internet so everyone in her class also has a chance to copy off of me.

Without further ado I present...

Ode on an Orange and White Barricade

On the corner of Skinker and Forest Park, 3 stories and made of brick
Inside we peddle our poorly-done wares, while outside hookers turn tricks

The windows face north, which saves on the heat, and provides a very nice view
Unfortunately they've torn up the road, so we'll see a crane until 2022

Gallery below, living quarters on top, 30 long by 40 feet wide
And since it's located right near WashU, drunk students will piss on the side

Architecture's about designing in context, and since the location's not prime
We'll put bars on the windows and bolts on the doors: in the 'Lou our context is "crime"