‘Twas the night before Exams, when all through campus
Not a creature was stirring, not even the studious;
The Jager was placed by the Red Bull with care,
In hopes that the bombs soon would be there;
The students were nestled all snug in Club Stauff;
While they had visions of their asshole-ish profs;
And Mommy and Daddy are on the way to take you out,
Of this god-forsaken hell hole, so you can stop the pout.
When out on University there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a fit,
Tore open the shutters and exclaimed “What the shit?”
There on my lawn was a tower made of the new-fallen snow,
There it stood a gigantic, erect, snow dildo.
On my camera this moment I did record,
So that tomorrow I can be the next Overlord.