Doodling in Class

As the paper was passed around the class,
a domino of laughter spread down the row.
I try to hold it in every time, but I know I never will.

Last semester I started scribbling little drawings
on other peoples poem revisions.
I like to think it gives them something to remember me by,
if not my writing.

Hopefully the giggles rectify the silent stillness I feel after reading.

A comedian knows how to bend the mood,
but only a poet can kill it.
Jokes always have punchlines, but not all poems have happy endings,
especially not the ones I've written.

The next time you feel that smile swelling up within you
know it was derived from my guilt,
and laugh until you tear up inside.

Even if my illustrative skill is not as developed as my penmanship,
at least it can make people happy.