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 their thinking.



In my own apartment,

I had been pacing,

And dreading exams

I soon would be facing.



My roomate was speechless,

His nose in his books,

And my comments to him

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 were ablur,

I just couldnt study.



Some pizza might help,

I said with a shiver,

But each place I called

Refused to deliver.



Id 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,

He looked down at me,

And started to bellow:



What kind of student

Would make such a fuss,

To toss back at teachers

What they tossed at us?



On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes!

On Last Years 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!