Twas the Night Before the Math Midterm

Twas the night before the math midterm, and all through the dorm,
Not a creature was chatting, true to Science form.
The science kids were shut in their rooms with care,
In hopes that the morning would not soon be there.

The formulas were memorized, all snug in their heads,
While their vision began to blur and go red.
Doubt was still present, it would be no snap,
They still had to study for those hidden mind-traps.

When out in the commons-room there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their rooms to see what was the matter,
Away to the door they flew like a flash,
Threw open the door, and heard a great crash.

The moon illuminated the fresh fallen chairs,
Gave lustre of mid-day to the lack of cares,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a drunken Arts student, bearing a mug of beer.

Their hair was messy, their clothes unkempt,
Their breath smelt of smoke, but they weren't tired yet.
Bewildered, the science students could only stare,
The Arts kid turned 'round to see who was there...

"Oh, hey it's the nerds, who stayed in to study,
While I went out to the bar with my buddy,
We had a few pints, and a few laughs,
While you stayed in to look at your graphs."

That's all it took, it was the last straw,
There was no way these science kids could now withdraw,
A murderous look arose in their eye,
And they screamed, "Death, in the name of π!"

Before Mr. Arts could flee from the scene,
The nerds were upon him, strong from caffeine,
"How many seconds will it take to smother?"
"Inefficient! The knife!" Cried the other.

And at an approximate angle of fifty degrees,
With precision the knife flew, and expertise,
The Science kids proved they could do more than just work,
Apparently all those formulas made them beserk.

It 'twas a bloody end to a studious eve,
Proving only that Arts students could be so naive,
As to think that all Science students were merely nerds,
They could do so much more - not even using their words.

As they returned down the hall, staggering slightly,
One said to the other, soft and lightly,
"So what was the answer to 1, A and C?"
"Who cares, it's after one, let's leave math be."

And as their doors closed, pushing the murderous students out of sight,
It was heard - "Merry studying to all, and to all a goodnight."