Inattention - a poem

While sitting in this classroom cold
My brain does start to doze
Learning skills have developed mold
Through inattention that simple fact shows.

With surprise my brain it starts to tick
And the rhythm starts to write
Pen on paper does the trick
The tempo keeps my heart light

Classroom vents distribute chill
Goosebumps; arm hair starts to twitch
While I'm writing I feel I will
Use the rhythm to scratch that itch.