A Compulsive Leg Poem by Mariela Contreras

I sit in the back row of Mrs. Patterson's classroom
I see heads turning
Fingers Moving
I wonder what my peers are thinking
oh my! the guy beside me won't stop shaking his leg!
Do I tell him to stop?
Politley?
1 min has passed
His leg is still shaking!
10 sec. later
His legs are on the go!
I reach for a skittle mayebe even two
The tropical skittles burn my throat
I need some water!
I don't want to die with a shaking leg by my side!
It's been a while now..
I see heads turning
Fingers moving
Fingers popping
And yes you've guessed it
The guy wont stop shaking it!