‘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 liquor Would loosen up their thinking.

In my own room, I had been pacing,

And dreading exams I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless, Her nose in her books,

And my comments to her 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 went 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,

All of a sudden, He started to bellow.

“On Cliff notes, on Crib notes, On last year 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.”

– Anonymous –