Tuesday, March 16, 2010


' 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 rev up their thinking.

In my own home
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams
I soon would be facing.

My husband was quiet,
just sat playing W.O.W.
I wished I could just
be done with finals now.

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 the Patron Saint Put-It-Off
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
And 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.

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous1:11 PM

    You need to give this to all of your next teachers when finals come. They will love it! Good luck.