Twas the Weekend Before Finals...

Twas the weekend before finals, when all through the campus

Not a student was stirring, not even a scholar.

The books were open on the desk without care,

in hopes that when they look at their grades, an A will be there.

The students were restless, all strung up on caffeine

While visions of winter break played out like the silver screen. 

And professors with their grins and I in my sweats,

made me want to flood their inbox with threats.

When out in the world, there arose such a clatter.

I lazily crawled out of bed to see what was the matter,

away to the door with my eyes half closed,

the heatless apartment freezing my toes. 

The world was alive with the lack of snow, 

and a vision of all of the finals I was surely going to blow. 

When, all I wish that through my chest would appear

was a silver, shiny, sharp and deadly spear.

With a little bit of motivation, thanks to coffee and tea, 

I knew in a moment that perhaps I could succeed.

So try with all of my power and might,

may all of your futures and finals week be bright!