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 tavern,
 a few were still drinking,
 and hoping that liquor
 would help out their thinking.
 
 In my ole dorm room.
 I had been pacing
 and dreading exams
 I soon would be facing.
 
 My roommate was speechless,
 her nose in her books,
 and my comments to her
 drew unfriendly looks.
 
 I drained all the coffee,
 and brewed my fourth pot,
 no longer caring
 that my nerves were all shot.
                             
 
 I stared at my notes
 with my eyelids of lead,
 The words seeed to jump
 off the pages I read.
 
 "Some pizza might help,"
 I said with a shiver, 
 But each place that I called
 refused to deliver.
 
 I'd nearly concluded 
 That life was too cruel,
 with futures decided 
 by grades made in school.
 
 When all of a sudden, 
 our door opened wide,
 and Patron Saint Put-it-off 
 ambled inside.
 
 Her spirit was careless,
 and her manner was mellow,
 brought a smile to my face
 as she started to bellow:
 
 "What kind of a 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!"
 
 Her message delivered,
 she vanished from sight,
 but we heard her laughing
 out in the night.
 
 "Your teachers have pegged you,
 so just do your best,
 Happy Finals to All
 And to all a good rest."