Cheeky Friday nights out followed by Saturday morning repercussions,
Untagging, unfriending, deleting your “late night” discussions,

Embarrassing photos and stories you can’t quite recall,

Can’t hack this sesh mate, can’t hack it at all.

 

EYP’s meaning of “session” has DEVEloped and grown,

Hadouken shots, Yoga Flames, the classic ninja street pose,

Time to dress up, suit up, comb hair, look fresh,

Random dancing, spider webbing, this is embracing the real sesh.

 

So much coffee, photos, energisers yet so little time

building relationships, exchanging ideas, trying to get the solution written by

that last golden hour, phrasing I.C.s and O.C.s

These damn resolutions got us weak in the knees,

 

Let it build up, keep it bottled inside,

Tonight’s the EYP disco, it always satisfies,

Hit the sack, get your rest, prepare your defence,

Direct responses, attack speeches you know what’s up next.

 

Waking up the next morning, the day has arrived,

High heels, make up, waist coats, bow ties,

Committees on point, placards in the sky,

It’s your turn, it’s your time, stand up straight speak your mind.

 

This is the real sesh, this is EYP

The future of tomorrow, lies with you and with me

 

Ultan O’Rourke (IE) and Niall McManus (IE)