The Zoom 7

As I sit in a zoom lecture, nothing to do, 
I realize my pants are right out of view,
Suppose you might, I have no shame and an abundance of time,
And that girl on lecture view is really quite the dime.

It has now been months since basements and first bases,
My mind should really be on declensions and cases,
What does it matter with nonsense grading,
So I slide into her chat — The Zoom 7 is awaiting. 

“Hello my dear, I have a proposal for you,
If you’re also afflicted with nothing to do,
Let us stay close from afar and warm these nights,
I promise I won’t take a screenshot, it would not be nice.”  

Hanlon’s Lawn becomes a Zoom Town Hall, 
Top of the Hop done in a random pop into a Studio Art lecture,
The 50 Yard Line, now for once with more than one ball, 
And the Center of the Green while standing in our lawns for the texture, 

The Stacks with Wikipedia in the background,
Bema asynchronous then, 
And Dartmouth Hall shall be our crown, 
Once we see each other on campus again. 

So what shall we now do?  
Proud of my pitch, I am… 
*This user has blocked you*
Damn.