

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.