The Night Before Moosefest

Twas the night before Moosefest and all through the house,
The Scrillas were sleeping, but not one was on a couch.
Jeff Moosepants was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of Jack and a Big Wheel danced in his head.
THIH had been cleaned both upstairs and down,
Christmas trees and ottoman wheels were no where to be found.
The table was cleared and new plastic cover put in place,
The Scrillas had cleaned all week at a rigorous pace.
Many multiple cases of beer we had loaded into the fridge,
Chicken nuggets were in the freezer, right under the lidj.
Jungle juice was mixed in the cooler and liquor was out, too,
Despite weeks of searching, Turd still can't find his lost shoe.
Playlists were made with both Josh-Rock and rap,
Including Young Jeezy's song about being a star in the trap.
T.I. will tell how he don't dance, and instruct us to swing rags,
Kanye, Weezy, and HOV will join him to discuss their swag.
Pop Evil will sing of going a hundred in a fifty-five,
While Jeff will anxiously hope for Cory and Alex to arrive.
Brownie mixes were bought in hopes they'll be made for kicks,
But what we really want is for Betty to make mozz sticks.
The guest list was edited to keep attendance 100%,
And to a stubborn Loyola girl, even a paper invite was sent.
Jerome Burney will sadly not be present, nor will Da'Rel Scott,
But a different IN with the football team Jeff has got.
For the last 2 weeks we've been in a pattern of holding,
Everyone will be pumped to get the festivities rolling.
Come ready to party, and certainly have a good time,
This is getting really stupid and I'm out of cool rhymes.
So on the night before Moosefest take a little advice from me:
On Saturday, don't plan to wake up anytime before three.