Tralla Posted December 11, 2003 Report Share Posted December 11, 2003 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. Awake in my dorm 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 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 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 then, with an effort He 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 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 your best. Happy Finals to All, And to All, a good test." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Justin Silverblade Posted December 12, 2003 Report Share Posted December 12, 2003 A gal across the hall from me in dorms here has that posted to her door. It's good. *shudder* finals aren't. Good luck on 'em Tralla! *just a few more days, just a few more days, just a few...* - Justin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted December 17, 2003 Report Share Posted December 17, 2003 I didn't have time to post in this while I was busy with exams, but read it and thought it was hilarious. I especially liked the thirteenth stanza, thanks for sharing Tralla! (note: be sure to give credit next time if you get it from somewhere else, since at first I mistook it for being your writing) Having said this, Wyvern reminisces over his recently completed exams and comes up with a little rhyme of his own: You better not laugh, you better not play That internet chat, you should keep it away Final laws are coming... around. You better not smile, you better not cheer Cus' if'n you do it's an 'F' for the year Final laws are making... their rounds You better write fast, you better have speed Look over class notes till your eyes start to bleed Final laws are giving... head pounds. You better write lots, you better B.S There's no other way, to pass all these tests Final laws are crazy... it sounds. *Insert the jingle of loose change in trying to buy coffee, but coming up a few cents short here* ;-p Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lumpenproletariat Posted December 17, 2003 Report Share Posted December 17, 2003 If I'd seen this when you posted it, I would have said "shouldn't you be studying? ;p" But anyway, great poem Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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