Twas the night before hand in...

Twas the night before hand in, and all through the college
Group 2A were praying for last minute knowledge.
Most were quite sleepy, but none were in their beds
While nightmares of essays flew through their heads.

Despite Lindsey’s lectures, a few were still drinking,
And hoping that alcohol would loosen up their thinking.
In my own house, I had been pacing,
And dreading the telling off I soon would be facing.

My sister was speechless, her nose in her books,
And my comments to her were greeted with rather unfriendly looks.
I drained all energy drink, forgetting about Gina’s stern face
Energy drink gone, back to the race

I stared at my work, but my brain was asleep
My eyes went a blur, I sit there and weep
"Some pizza will probably help," I said with a shiver,
But each place I called refused to deliver.

On Facebook we conclude that life is too cruel,
With futures our depending on grades we get in school.
When all of a sudden, our door opens wide,
And visions of Gina, Helen, Esme and Lindsey stumble inside.

“I said you couldn’t do this the night before,
I told you didn’t I, I said it, I swore”
"Lindsey we know, we’ll never again leave it this late”
Promised the panicking 23 classmates 

"Why spend all week posting tweets and Instagrams,
when the night before hand in turns to last minute crams?"
Their message delivered, they vanished from sight,
But we all heard them laughing outside in the night.

We do it every time, and the price we have now paid,
Happy hand in to all, and to all, a good grade!"