Mimic: ‘Twas the Night Before Snow
By Jenna Krueger
Twas the day before snow,
and all through the school,
the students were praying,
For temperatures too cool.
Most were quite engaged,
But non touched their pencil leads,
While visions of snowballs,
Danced in their heads.
Out on the playground,
There were snow dances,
And hopes that some ice,
Would improve their chances.
In my own class,
I had been pacing,
And dreading the lessons,
I might be facing.
My classmates were anxious,
Their fingers crossed tight,
And noses to the windows,
They sat ready for a snowball fight.
I finished my math,
And started my art,
No longer caring,
That my neighbors fart.
I stared at the board,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went ablur,
I just couldn’t study.
“A break might help,”
I said with a shiver,
But indoor recess,
Just didn’t’ deliver.
I nearly concluded,
The snow wouldn’t fly,
With temperatures soaring,
And the sun in the sky.
When all of a sudden,
A cloud moved above,
And snow began to fall,
As white as a dove.
The moral was high,
The traffic was mellow,
We started to bellow.
“No school tomorrow,
the roads are a mess,
who would accept,
anything less?”
On snow angles!, On sleigh rides!
On extra snow-shoveling cash!
On red noises and cold toes,
And snow sundae mash.
The message delivered,
We vanished from sight,
But with books in our desk
We shouted into the night.
“The snow is still falling,
Accumulation begun,
Happy snow day to all,
And to all, winter fun.”
Original: Twas the night before finals
By: http://www.usd.edu/~bwjames/humor/finals.html
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.
In my own apartment,
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 had in school.
When all of the sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint Put-It-Off
Ambled inside.
His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He looked all around and
He started to bellow.
"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
To toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliffs 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 exclaiming
Outside in the night.
"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best,
Happy Finals to All,
And to all, a good test."
Okay, so you couldn't come up with a different word to rhyme with "art"? Reminds me of a specials class schedule I hung in my fifth grade classroom:
ReplyDeleteM PE
T Music
W PE
R Counselor
F Art