Twas the night before finals and all through the town
not a student was sleeping not even the clown
they studied with hopes it’d be benign
in their dreams they would do fine

One would pass the test
I would fail with the rest
Chior would be easy
but ap lit made me uneasy
As I studied thoughts ran through my head
I only wished I could go to bed
But the pain of failing
was just too ailing

I reviewed my words again
hoping id do well with my pen
with fears of failure I began to fret
the stress bean to make me sweat

when I finally went to sleep
I only wanted to weep
when at last I awoke
I felt I had had a stroke

Choir was simple
Band caused a pimple
the worst was still to come
In speech I was a bum

I walked slowly to Lit
in my stomach there was a pit
This is my favorite class
so surely I’ll pass