Final Poem

Twas the night 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 up their thinking. In my own room, 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 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. "On Cliff notes, on Crib notes, on Last

Year Exams. On Wingit and Slingit and Last Minute

Crams." His message delivered he vanished from sight. But

we heard him laughing outside in the night. Your teachers

have pegged you so just do your best. Happy Finals to All

and to all a Good Test.