A Sonnet I've Written for Class

Not Really as Such

I’ve painted my fingernails multiple hues
With polka dots, triangles, squiggles and squares
In purples and pinks and in crystalline blues
It earned me some notice; it earned me some stares
And compliments came from the art-inclined kind
When I copied some painter with painstaking care
With miniscule pen and with pigment so fine
You could see every strand of the mother’s brown hair
As she carefully washed all the dirt off the feet
Of the child she held, so rotund and so pink
I also did still-life, a bowl filled with beets
Or a basket of raspberries washed in the sink
Though none of it mattered, not really as such,
‘Cause he didn’t act like he noticed them much