Okay, as a college student, I am faced every semester by the dreaded time known to all as Finals Week. (Or Weeks, for the unlucky few, of which I get to be one. Yay.) This is a poem I whipped up describing this festive time of the school year, when students are bustling and exam thieves are hustling, and I am going out of my mind. Credits - I wrote the poem, thanks to whoever made up that song, thanks to my mom for teaching it to me as a kid, and of course, credit is due to the finals week that made this mental breakdown possible. 
The Final Word"Ding ding ding ding ding, here comes my wagon,The time, it approacheth,
The hour is nigh,
When I shall go bonkers,
My brain, it shall fry.
I look at my desk,
Aghast at the sight,
Of what I shall need,
To study tonight.
A great heaping pile,
Of books and thick text.
Of notes I can't read,
Oh gods, what next!
The forces of evil,
Conspire these days,
To deprive me of sleep,
In myriad ways.
Teachers hide snickers,
Behind their hands,
And take secret glee,
In issuing commands.
Term papers, tests,
And reviews galore,
All set with one goal,
One motive in store.
To deprive me of sanity,
Of sleep needed bad,
Bring on the caffeine!
I need more then I've had!
So tanked up on coffee,
On Jolt, Coke, and Sprite,
And clutching a Pepsi,
I will study and write.
My nerves of steel,
Have turned into string,
As I work on,
And begin to sing . . .
my wagon,
I hear the keeper calling meeeeeee!
Ding ding ding ding ding here comes my wagon, my wagon,
To take me back to Funny Factory.
Just like any nut that falls, I'm a little cracked that's all,
Ding ding ding ding ding here comes my wagon,
my kiddie-car, my bus. Wheeeeeeeeeee!"
© 1996 kazanthi@geocities.com