Final Poem

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 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 ablur, 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.