When I Should Be Paying Attention

you probably couldn't give a toss, but I reckon you should make it a comedy poem because with this poem you could. But i still love it and can totally relate.

Oh my god. When I read The Deranged Bibliophile I thought, "nah, it can't get any better that this" I stand corrected.
It took me a couple of seconds to just take in what an masterpiece of rhymes and phrases this is. The line "The teacher's describing a cell's nucleus (or is he?)" is so cool, and "So i just relax my mind
Thinking "I'll *yawn* catch up next time." is just priceless.
I could relate to the poem as tough it was written about me, my notebooks are like sketchbooks with just a few words here and there, and don't even get me stated on the books

This is, again, one of the best poems I have read in my life, so far.

Keep up the good work.

I've got no comment towards this poem, but I must say its the best one I've read so far.

Hi there Priya. Lavvi in to review.

I think many of us can relate to this! I do it often Now on to the poem.

When the teacher is blathering
on and on about something
of which I don't have the remotest idea
I pick up my pencil and start scribbling.

I know I should be paying attention
when the teacher talks about policies of the nation,
but the last thing I can do is concentrate
when I can draw an alien invasion.

Liked. I liked it, regardless if I can relate. I didn't see anything really wrong.

I can't relate because...because...well, I'm a nerd. If I was in science class I'd be either talking to someone about the class, or listening intently. And, history? I could really care less. Nothing interesting has happened really in the past I don't know about at this point.

That second last stanza, though, that could take some serious reworking. It broke the flow.

Now you cannot say that I didn't make a critique!
--Happy Writing! And loving YWS, and hating me!
--Skis

PS: That "*yawn*" part didn't totally sit with me, either.

Seeing as everything I found out of place has been pointed out I'll skip right to the good stuff. I really enjoyed your poem. I definitely can relate, I can hardly find blank paper to do an assignment anymore because I've doodled on most of it. XD

I know i should be paying attention
when the teacher talks about policies of the nation,
but the last thing I can do is concentrate
when i can draw an alien invasion.

Hello there. I'm here for the review. I liked this piece a lot. Because i do the same thing while in class. XD
It was fun to read throughout. It has a flow but it tends to go off at some places and its the same thing with rhyming to but those things can be compensated by some good writing. There are nitpicks which i hope will help you in future.

When the teacher is blathering
on and on about something
of which I don't have the remotest idea
I pick up my pencil and start scribbling. Why does not this stanza have any rhyming? All the others have some rhyming in it that it why it is a bit odd.

A girl with four eyes here,
a bouquet of flowers there,
some squares within circles within triangles Thats complex. XD
and a dog in a tux there. Excess use of there. Try using something different.

Meaningless doodling through the whole class throughout the class. This should sound better.
and while the teacher explains weight and mass,
I'm enveloped in my own little world
of princes and ribbons and kittens and grass. of princes, ribbons, kittens and grass.

The teacher's describing a cell's nucleus (or is he?) Why have you kept "or is he?" in brackets?
I can't tell 'cause I'm just too busy
with loops and curls and doodles and lines
if I pay attention, I'm bound to get dizzy.

I know I should be paying attention
when the teacher talks about policies of the nation,
but the last thing I can do is concentrate
when I can draw an alien invasion. when I'm drawing an alien invasion.

So I just relax my mind
Thinking "I'll *yawn* catch up next time." This was funny.
take a pen put it down on paper
and let my imagination go wild. imagination run wild

I don't care if the teacher's explaining energy and Joule
my blue gel pen just becomes my tool Leave out just.
and the margins of my textbook become my canvas and margins of my textbook becomes my canvas.
there isn't a single boundary or limit or rule. there aren't any boundaries or limits or rules.

hey and welcome!!! If I decide to ignore the rhyme troubles...I guess its a really good poem..Something that everyone can simply relate to... Your poem is about something everyone does in school... So I'll say you've done a very good job:)
Harshita...

Okay it's me again:) I'm the one that wrote on the welcome mat.

I really liked the poem and I can completely relate to it. I write poetry but I'm not an expert reviewer on it so I'll just tell you some of the things I know.

Poetry is a form of art so no one can tell you exactly how to write it. But when I was looking at the flow of your piece I noticed some things. I'll point them out but you can decide whether or not you want your form of art to stay the way it is or not.

The first stanza is really attention grabbing and explains what the rest of the poem is about, but it doesn't really flow with the rest of the poem. Your style seemed to be rhyming at different lines but the first part didn't rhyme at all.

When the teacher is blathering
on and on about something
of which I don't have the remotest idea
I pick up my pencil and start scribbling.

Meaningless doodling through the whole class
and while the teacher explains weight and mass,
I'm enveloped in my own little world
of princes and ribbons and kittens and grass.