Twas the night before the end of the world,
And all through the house,
Not a creature was giving any craps,
Not even the mouse.
The rain was pounding
On the roof up ahead,
But no one paid mind,
They had nothing to dread
The children were nestled
All smug in their beds,
While thoughts of still having freaking school tomorrow
Danced in their heads.
With mom in her kerchief
And dad in his cap,
They both settled down
For a (hopefully) peaceful nap.
12 am struck, and my eyes opened wide!
The end of the world!
It was coming!
We all had to hide!
I got out of bed
As quick as a dash,
And tore open the curtains,
Tore down the sash!
And what, to my wondering eyes, would appear?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Oh...oh dear.
The streets were wet from rain,
The grass and dirt muddy.
A crazy guy walked down the street,
And he was somewhat chubby.
Oddly disappointed, I went back to bed.
For now, like every other sane person,
I had nothing to dread.
The children awoke,
And as they shouted about the end in fright,
I heard mom exclaim,
"It's not over, shut up, and good night!"