My eyes, my eyes

Oh dear, my eyes can hardly stay open. 2 more hours of class, then horse, then homework, then sleep.  This man's expression perks me up a little, so strict and stern!  It is like he is saying 

"Ms. White (for that is what they call me still in school), 

Your eyes are like a covered swimming pool:

You must awaken and dive right in quick,

Lift up your head as heavy as a brick.

How can this be?

That you appear so sleepy?

Not paying attention- 

I must make this contention; 

(upon this I did brood)

really you are quite rude!"

And I respond:

"Dear Signor Pipoli (for that is his real name)

I hang my head in shame

At my despicable demeanor;

Yet will you let me be a little meaner?

And fall upon the floor,

In an exhausted stupor?"