'Twas the night before finals, and all through the halls,
Not a student was sleeping, nor chillin' in malls.
Each one was studying, noses deep in their text,
Hoping and praying and thinking, "What's next?"
The professors were all home, cooking up such fright,
All the while grinning and planning our plight.
And I was at home preparing for such tests,
That my brain was all tired and ready for rest.
When out through my ear escaped my sane mind,
And my brain began to yell, "To me, you're unkind!"
"You've treated me bad," he said, "I'm taking a hike!"
And with that my exhausted brain started to strike.
"You've crammed way too much, in such a short span,"
"I can't handle all this, so I'm leaving you, man."
"You shouldn't have started this madness so late."
"I feel over-burdened, it's you that I hate."
My heart, it broke. Down my face ran a tear.
Was there nothing I could do to keep my brain here?
I wanted to argue, but away he was walking,
And on and on, my mind, he kept talking,
"Out Whitman, out Faulkner, out Dante, and such,"
"Go Spanish, go science, and everything much"
"Get out of my memory, I can handle you no more,"
"No offense to such things, but you're all such a bore."
It continued this way for more than an hour,
'Til I'd forgotten it all, and lost all my power
Of words and equations, of Shakespeare and Poe.
Now what could I do, since I knew not what I know?
I sat there quite still, just staring in space,
'Til one came along and slapped me hard in the face.
This person was helpful, a very nice fellow,
"You've lost your mind!" he began to bellow.

How right he was, I sort of thought to myself,
Though my new friend was certainly not a small elf.
He wasn't Santa Claus, but that would've been good.
Instead in front of me was where My Will stood.
He sat down a coke, and a glass full of ice.
"Some caffeine for you." (Now wasn't that nice?)
His next gift was pizza and chips of all flavor,
"I thought you could use this, consider it a favor."
His gifts were well thought, all this was so true,
But he did not know why my heart was so blue.
"You are correct," were the words that I said to him.
"My mind, it is gone, that's why my head's so slim."
"No worry," he chuckled, "You're brain will come back,"
"He's merely worn out, so sick of the rack,"
"You have battled so hard, to gain so much knowledge"
"That your brain has taken a vacation from college."
"I need it back now!" I tried to explain.
"My head, does it hurt! I can't handle this pain!"
"Fair enough," he said, "I'll go fetch your noodle."
But first My Will, he returned with a poodle.
"No, that's not it!" I screamed and I cried.
Once again he set off and I only felt fried.
But this time he came back with my pink little pal,
"I'm sorry," I said, "Please come back to me now."
But my brain only thought this idea was absurd,
So he reached in his pocket and flipped me the bird.
"I can't do this without you, "I gently did sob.
"That's true," he sighed, "I can't get any other job."
With the debate now settled and it all square away,
The three of us thought it good to call it a day.
My brain left these, he wished me to tell,
"Happy finals to all, and I hope you don't fail!"