‘Twas the night before finals, when all through the house,

The coffee was brewing and I spilled on my blouse.

The phone never did rang; it’s on silent over there.

To focus and study because now, I finally care.

My stomach growled, for it had not been fed.

Just built up stress; many tears were shed.

Eyes were lurking, on the day of the exam.

“Just pick C,” whispered my friend, Sam.

There was a shadow above me; I felt my dreams start to shatter.

She picked up my test and the zero got fatter.

I got out of my chair and to her desk I dashed.

Pleaded to not make that decision so incredibly rash.

She stared at me, my sweat starting to show.

She said, “This is going to make your grade terribly low.”

I walked out, looking back at my fellow peer.

“Well, professor, I guess I’ll be seeing you again next year.”

My head whirled; I began to feel sick.

The very thought of Sam, only made myself tick.

I learned my lesson, from this day full of shame.

Don’t cheat on finals; it won’t help your grade.