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. 

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 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. 

- Anonymous

Good Luck!