T’was the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were cramming
For last minute knowledge.
Most were quite grumpy,
With emotions of dread,
While visions of essays
Danced in their heads.
Out in the hallways,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that coffee
Would get their brains thinking.
In my best friends’ house,
I had been pacing,
Dreading all those exams
I soon would be facing.
My best friend was busy,
Her hands using hooks,
And my comments to her
Drew concerned looks.
I drained the old coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring
That my nerves were ALL shot.
I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were all muddy,
My eyes went a’blur,
I just couldn’t study.
“Some pizza might help,”
I mentioned acquiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.
I’d pretty much concluded
Life was just cruel,
Since our futures all depend
On grades earned in school.
When all of a sudden,
The door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off
Ambled inside.
Her spirit was careless,
Her manner was mellow,
She looked at the mess
And started to bellow:
“Why should us students
Make such a fuss,
About what those professors
Toss out to us?”
“On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On Last Year’s Exams!
On Wingit and Slingit,
And Last Minute Crams!”
Her message delivered,
She vanished from sight,
But we heard her laughing
Outside in the night.
“Your teachers won’t flunk you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to All, a good test.”
