Bored

I am bored
No energy have I stored
So now I look for something to do...

I've sat through the gruel
Of Sabbath school
And now all I have is gum to chew

So now to keep me occupied
(Many things I have tried)
I shall take my pen and write

Write of oceans and beaches
Of monsters and hideous screaches
Of flying machines and colorful kites

Tell the story of the talking dog
the story of the deadly bog
Mysteries and myths of the golden lord

With stories and legends my mind does bulge
But these secrets I don't see fit to divulge
So I'll just sit here and keep being bored.