Twas the Night before Finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.
Most quite sleepy,
But none in their beds,
While visions of essays
danced in their heads.
Out in taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
Would loosen up their thinking.
In my own apartment,
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 started at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes were 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:
"What kind of a 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 heard him laughing
Outside the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best,
Happy Finals to All,
And to All a good test"