As I struggled with physics,
other�s in their beds.
Their work was all done,
o a pox on their heads!
The clock then struck two,
as I wrestled with chem.
My white out�s all dry,
and so is my pen.
With bladder running full,
to the crapper I visit.
Knocked on the door and,
heard a �who is it?�
With a wipe and a flush,
the door opened wide.
And from within came a,
man in a red hide
�Now Darren� he said
�You should have done,
your homework and studied
before the clock had struck one.
�I know �ol Saint Nick�
I said with a frown
�But do you have some more coffee
before I hit the ground?�
�Sure� said the fat man
�I got a latte�
but you ought to know
that the work ain�t due yet today�
�It ain�t?� I shouted
trembling with glee
�I�m so relieved
in my own pants I could pee.�
�Oh yeah� said Saint Nick
�It ain�t due today,
but finish it up
and without any delay.�
And so I finished up,
just one more poem.
And hit the sack
before the last key stroke hit home.
There�s probably a moral,
that I should have got.
About waiting till dawn,
to finish the lot
�Perhaps in the future,�
I thought in my sleep
�I�ll do my work early
and not have to weep.�
The clock then struck five.
As ol Saint Nick left,
reading a memo,
while scratching his heft
�OH NO!� he exclaimed
as the sun shone it�s first ray
�I told the wrong guy
That he could hit the hay�
And so I am screwed.
My projects undone.
My tests� in an hour,
and my minds on the run.
I can�t even recall,
my order of classes.
And I can�t see,
the board with no glasses.
I sit in my chair.
All tensed up with fright.
�Too bad I just slept
my very last good night.