University of Miami (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*The University of Miami*

Great is the Truth, now, come, let’s talk about it,
If folks want the truth, how come the haters doubt it?
You wanna talk truth? Come around let’s talk about it,
The topic and the school?
It’s All About the U.

Great is the Truth, now, come, let’s talk about it,
If folks want the truth, how come the Gators doubt it?
Bring the Gator Nation; bring the Seminoles, too,
They already knew,
It’s All About the U.

You wanna talk ball? Settle in, let’s talk about it,
Ya’ll don’t wanna scrap, like, “settle down, let’s talk about it,”
Foes shout them fightin’ words, and when they don’t take ’em back,
‘Canes intercept their hopes, and like Reed we take it back.
We take it to the house, touchdown, boom Touchdown Tommy,
Fact is a Hurricane brings more hurt than a Tsunami,
We have five champs, teams that revolutionized
The sport of football, haters better recognize.

Wanna talk the best football schools? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one leader, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk beauty? Well, then, let’s talk about it,
Don’t have to talk long, not when all these bodies shout it,
Bros wearing tank tops, muscles bulgin’ like The Rock,
And all the yacht honeys got ’em rockin’ at the dock.
The thing about Miami is the Heat is always nice,
And outdoor play with hotties is the true Miami Vice,
The sum of hot people in Miami is insane,
Yes, it’s great to be: A Miami Hurricane.

You wanna talk the hottest student body? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk parties? Can’t wait, let’s talk about it,
Some say they party hard, we don’t talk, we be about it,
We drink up at The Rat, on campus, then we rove
To all the bars and clubs that are linin’ up The Grove.
The nightlife peps our spirits like the Hurricane Howl,
We go wreck every bar, that’s the Hurricane prowl,
Those sayin’ we’re the best, speak that truth go on & preach,
Cuz there is no club like the clubs in South Beach.

You wanna talk the best nightlife? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one city, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk best college? Well? Whatchu waitin’ for?
The convo turns one-sided and unchanging, what a bore,
The best programs of music and great courses testify
Miami is the school the other schools are tested by.
Parties, Learning, Football, Florida’s only Big Three,
Are all in Miami, throw U’s up, let ’em see.
You think your school is better? Tell me, dude, who lied to you?
That convo has one truth, butt in the middle is The U.

You wanna talk the best college life? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo