Ode to Finals Week
Finals week is finally here,
I haven't studied, but what's new this year?
A million projects, but only 2 finals,
With all the snow, I'll slip and need a spinal.
Procrastination is the key,
I put off and put off and then become stress-y.
I can't stand being at school,
I'd rather be with You-Know-Who.
I'm going crazy, I'm going insane,
I don't think it works (my brain).
Help! Help! I can't stand it anymore!
Completing projects is such a chore!
I'm almost done, 24 hours to go,
Oh Winter Demons, can you please stop the snow?
NO MORE SNOW.
NO MORE SCHOOL.
The End.



3 people have something to say about this:
Haha, good luck!
And he whose fustian ’s so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
—Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
It was a lovely Ode. Hope you enjoyed your christmas break!
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