Twas the night before finals and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
But I was sitting in my room
Trying to not seem so gloom.
For everyone had left
And I had done my best
To prepare for the test
Of which was quite near.
But then there was a noise to fill my heart with fear.
For outside I could hear
Footsteps slowly coming near.
Of heavy boots they were.
And I knew they could not be her;
For she had left with the rest.
I quickly sat up in bed; book held fastly to my chest.
And listened carefully as to surmise
From where these footsteps might arise.
And as I hoped they would go farther,
The steps became louder.
The steady rhythm of heal toe, heal toe.
Oh, how much more of this was to I undergo?
Who was this visitor in the street?
Was it someone who I would greet?
Though, something told me I was dead meat.
My mind began to race as to my visitor.
What if it was might he be a murderer or raper?
Quickly, I began to write my will on a piece of paper.
Those footsteps became louder. They were calling for me.
I looked out and tried to determine if I could escape by tree.
Yet, it was such a far way down
I could easily fall and break my crown.
So I waited for my pursuer.
Knowing the end would be much sooner.
Up the stairs he climbed.
And I knew I was in a bind.
Suddenly, he stopped. And I heard the jingle of keys.
A tear came to my eye knowing there was no one to hear my pleas.
I thought it more polite to knock
As the key entered the lock.
And there stood him dressed in black
With a rather large looking sack.
"Oh God!" I cried as I stared into his cold, dark, sinister eyes.
Then to my surprise,
The sun began to rise
And as the rays danced across the floor,
I saw what I couldn't before
For, there standing at the door
Was Elphaba and I could trace
The confusion written across her face
As I asked her what she was doing in this place
"I was in the library studying" said she; and I found it quite right
For her last final exam was in a fortnight.
And much to my delight that I would not be alone
For it would still be a few days before her flight.
Thus, suppressing my plight.
And so, dear professor, that is all I have to say
For why I can hand in my essay.
Since I refuse to say in that dorm alone
While researching poets and writing a poem!
A/N: Okay, a poet I am not
A writer, maybe
A bored college sudent home for the holidays, most definitely!
And here am I now speaking in rhyme
I look at the clock and it's way past bedtime
Then at this page of horrendous slime
I don't know what I'm doing but it must be a crime
To piece together these words which I call...a rhyme.
Wishing you all a happy new year!