The Night Before Finals
Twas the night before finals, And all through the college,
The students were praying For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy, But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays Danced in their heads.
Out in the taverns, A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor Would loosen their thinking.
In my own apartment, I had been pacing,
And dreading exams I soon would be facing.
My room mate was speechless, His nose in his books,
And my comments to him Drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee, And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring That my nerves were shot.
I stared at my notes, But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes were a blur, I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help, "I said with a shiver,
But each place I called Refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded That life was too cruel,
With futures depending On grades had in school.
When all of a sudden, Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put It Off Ambled inside.
His spirit was careless, His manner was mellow,
He looked down at me, And started to bellow:
"What kind of student Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit, And Last minute crams!"
His message delivered, He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing Outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you, So just do your best,
Happy Finals to All, And to All, a Good Test!"