Too much to ask: a faint damnation of finals week

Finals week oh finals week

You make us so weak with your heartless streak

Is it too much to ask to spare us once?

End of every quarter

A span that is ten weeks long

You are here before too long

Flashing in front our eyes without fail

Your remarkable periodicity makes me frail

Is it too much to ask to spare us once?

End of every quarter

Undergrads crowd libraries 

To worship your many vagaries

In quiet desperation we persevere

Always hoping you won't be too severe

Is it too much to ask to spare us once?

And although there is light at the end of this plight

We wait in the dark too damn long

Really

Is it too much to ask to spare us just once?

Pardon my contorted plan to make the verses rhyme. There is only so much time to goof around.