Twas The Night Before Finals


'Twas the Night Before Finals
and all through the college,
the students were all praying,
for that 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
that I would be facing.

My roomate was speechless,
His nose in the 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 all shot.

I stared at my notes,
but my thoughts were all muddy.
My eyes were a blur,
And 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 Off
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow.
He flopped on the couch
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 still 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.