LowComDom Performances Presents
It's Exam Time Again!
'TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE FINALS
'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 book, 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 all muddy; My eyes went ablur, And 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 earned 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, But summoning effort He started to bellow:
"What kind of student Would make such a fuss To toss back at teachers What they toss 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 laughing Outside in the night:
"Your teachers have pegged you, So just do our best ... Happy Finals to All, And to All, a Good Test."