Moriz stepped into the revolving door and walked across the lobby, noticing the several chairs hanging upside down from the ceiling. He pulled a pink miniature resin duck from his pocket and placed it in the middle of the escalator as he rode it up to the second floor. He adjusted his backpack, turned to his left, and ascended the stairs, following the hallway around to room 208. Once in the…

This poem is dedicated to Bake This and all the people involved in their first Improv course which just finished on Tuesday Night. It was a memorable, fun and enjoyable course.

Improv 2 We’ve all worked together; during this time. Learned from you, and each other had fun all the time. So many moments we shared together; made us all laugh and smile. what once were strangers have become friends; We…