Monday, August 30, 2010

What Boredom Does to Me

it is such a pain
Especially when my brain
Is acting like a drain
And letting nothing sane
Stay inside my brain

If only I had a cane
To spank those who are my bane
Or a very tall crane
from which I could see Spain
Or a bottle of champagne
And no need to abstain
Or people who are vain
that I can hit with my cane

But alas I have no cane
Nor a crane or champagne
So I am constrained to remain
in this state of boredom.

I could continue in this vein
And write something even more inane
Or instead, you could entertain
A friend bored out of her brain.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Fake adulation, I could feign,
but all I got, is disdain.
Coz I'm very sure, you're high octane
hence this poem, to your life is not germane!