The original was sent to me by the Author
on 4 December 1999.
Thank you Andrew :o)
Twas The Night Before Finals
by Andrew Hund, 1993.
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 room I had been pacing,
And dreading exams I soon would
be facing.
My roommate 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 all shot.
I stared at the 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
made 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's notes, on Crib notes,
On Last Year 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."
