| 'Twas the night before finals,And all through the college,The students were prayingFor last-minute knowledge.Most were quite sleepy,But none touched their beds,While visions of essaysDanced in their heads.Out in the taverns,A few were still drinking,And hoping that liquorWould loosen their thinking In my own room,I had been pacing,And dreading examsI soon would be facing. My roommate was speechless,His nose in his book,And my comments to himDrew unfriendly looks.I drained all the coffee,And brewed a new pot,No longer caringThat my nerves were shot.I stared at my notes,But my thoughts were all muddy;My eyes went a blur,And I just couldn't study."Some pizza might help,"I said with a shiver,But each place I calledRefused to deliver.I'd nearly concludedThat life was too cruel,With futures dependingOn grades earned in school.When all of a suddenOur door opened wideAnd Patron Saint "Put-It-Off"Ambled inside.His spirit was careless,His manner was mellow,But summoning effortHe started to bellow:"What kind of studentWould make such a fussTo toss back at teachersWhat they toss 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 laughingOutside in the night:"Your teachers have pegged you,So just do our best...Happy Finals to All,And to All, a good test." |
