ELA: The Poem

Twas the night before the ELA
and all through the school,
not a pencil was moving,
and the kids' pillows were all lined with drool.

Visions of blink guessing,
graphic organizers,
and listening selections danced through their heads.

Oh mommy,
oh daddy,
I awoke with a fright,
3 a.m.?  Well, good night.