(no subject)
One of my professors sent this out and I thought it was amusing.
'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 "apple cider"
would loosen their thinking.
In my 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 all shot.
I stared at my notes
but my thoughts were all 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,
and all of a sudden
he started to bellow.
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On last year's exams!
On wing-it, and sling-it!
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!
'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 "apple cider"
would loosen their thinking.
In my 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 all shot.
I stared at my notes
but my thoughts were all 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,
and all of a sudden
he started to bellow.
"On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!
On last year's exams!
On wing-it, and sling-it!
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!