All apologies to the bard, Edgar Allan Poe, for our trespasses.
Once upon an LSAT eve dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of Blueprint lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, reading comp my energy sapping,
I felt my brain gently crapping, crapping out like never before.
`What should I do,’ I wondered, `tonight as my eyes grow sore –
In order to secure my 174?’
Ah, distinctly I remember I wanted to take the test from December,
And review the one from September til sunlight shone upon the door
Logic Games they were my sorrow, and I thought that by the morrow
I could the knowledge borrow from these Blueprint books upon my floor
From the dense and sublime volumes strewn about my floor
In order to secure my 174.
But then my gaze upon my locker settled on my Johnny Walker
Sitting and gathering dust behind its closed metallic door.
So that now to stop the bleeding, I stood at my bar nearly weeping
I could hear the booze entreating, begging me to drink some more
The bottle of booze entreating, begging me to drink some more
And neglect to secure my 174.
Presently, my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer
‘Self,’ says I, ‘you should no longer obsess about your score;
The fact is you should be napping, and no drink you should be lapping
Lest you end up tapping, tapping on your snooze button in the middle of a snore
So go to sleep now and don’t dally, and begin your 6 hour snore
Close your eyes and stress no more.’