Twas the Week Before Finals

Twas the Week Before Finals

Twas the week 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 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 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 the sudden,

Our door opened wide,

And Patron Saint Put-It-Off

Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,

His manner was mellow,

He looked all around and

He started to bellow.

"What kind of student

Would make such a fuss,

To toss back 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 heard him exclaiming

Outside in the 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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