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