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 sought their beds,
While visions of lecture notes
danced in their heads.
Out in the Taverns,
a few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor
would loosen their thinking.
In my own little dorm room,
I long had been pacing,
And dreading exams
that I soon would be facing.
My roommate was silent,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
drew most unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot.
I was almost past caring
that my nerves were all shot.
I stared at my notes,
but my thoughts were all muddy.
My eyes were a blur,
And I just couldn't study.
"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver.
But each place that I called
refused to deliver.
I'd nearly concluded
that life was too cruel
with my future depending
on grades earned in school.
When all of a sudden,
our door opened wide--
And Saint Procrastinatus
Ambled inside!
His spirit was carefree,
His manner was mellow.
He flopped on the couch
and started to bellow:
"What kind of student
would make such a fuss,
about tossing at teachers
what they tossed at us?"
"On Cliffs 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 still heard him calling
Through the crisp, starry night,
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best..
Happy Finals to ALL,
And to all a good test!"
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