Twas The Night Before Finals Twas the night before finals, and all through the college, The students were praying for last minute knowledge. Most were quete 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, his nose in his books, And my comments to him drew unfriendly looks.
I drained all the coffee, and smoked soom more 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 plase I called refused to deliver. I’d nearly concluded that life is too damn cruel, With futures depending on grades made in school. When all of sudden, our door opened wide, And Patron Saint , Mr.
Put It Off stubled inside. His spirit was stoned, his manner was mellow, All of a sudden, he started to bellow. On Cliff Notes, and Crib Notes, on Last Year Exams. On Wingit and Slingit and Last Minute Crams. His message delivered he vanished from sight. Bet we heard him laughting ourside in the night.
Your teachers have pegged you as freaks, so do you best. Happy Finals to all and to all a good test. Poetry and Poets.