Of all the things that I do hate
I dislike Thanksgiving so late
With December here so fast
The Christmas spirit will not last
The season barely three weeks long
Goes quickly by like an Xmas song
But worst of all I realize
My unsuspecting big surprise
That in a week (or days so few)
I have a final project due
Damn, I thought I had more time
Epiphany not so sublime
So off to work my old brain goes
To process all the junk it knows
And wrap it up with smart retort
To hand it in as my report
This shortened season isn't right
But I am tired … so, good night
PS Damn, how come it's morning?
Next time give a little warning
Okay, off to write that paper
So I'll end this senseless caper.
