It was 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 essaysdanced in their heads.
Out in the taverns,A few were still drinking,And hoping that liquorwould loosen up their thinking.
In my own apartment,I had been pacing,And dreading examsI soon would be facing
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My roommate was speechless,His nose in his books,And my comments to himDrew 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 calledRefused to deliver.I'd nearly concludedThat life was too cruel,With futures dependingOn grades had in school.
When all of a sudden,Our door opened wide,And Patron Saint Put It OffAmbled inside.His spirit was careless,His manner was mellow,He started to bellow:"What kind of studentWould make such a fuss,To toss back at teachersWhat they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff 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 laughingOutside in the night."Your teachers have pegged you,So just do your best.Happy Finals to All,And to All, a good test." -Author Unknown
Friday, December 08, 2006
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