Midday sometimes in class instead of learning algebra
While I should be calculating and figuring formula
My mind wanders aboard a moonlit gondola
Serenaded by a musician and his viola
I follow the enticing aroma of hot lasagna
Zig instead of zag, could be seen as a faux-pas
I glide around a peninsula soon in terra incognita
Traversing a nebula not a care in the world, I’m in Utopia
Atop my head a diamond studded tiara
Below a ball gown of the finest taffeta
As I gracefully wave and cheer at the orchestra
Who is playing al dente for an al fresco opera
These fleeting moments garnered as bouquets of ephemera
As I weave in and out of daydream during algebra