'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE FINALS

 'TWAS 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 room, I had been pacing, a
nd dreading exams I soon would be facing.
My roommate was speechless, His nose in his book,
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 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 called refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel,
with futures depending on grades earned 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,
But summoning effort he started to bellow:
"What kind of student would make such a fuss
To toss back at teachers What they toss at us?
On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On Last Year's Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit, and Last-Minute Crams!"
His mesage delivered, he vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing outside in the night:
"Your teachers have begged you, so just do our best...
Happy Finals to All, And to All, a good test."