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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Tralla

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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."

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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

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