Class Nap - a poem

I feel the pressure weighing down
Heavy upon mind and eyelids
Gotta keep moving my body around
And inspecting all the learning kids

My eyes grow dark, sound grows dim
I only hope the teacher knows
I don't mean to not listen to him.

Occupying my brain the class is not
The gist of this course I have already got
I stretch, yawn, pinch myself awake
for in this class a teeny nap I cannot take.