Boredom | Teen Ink


May 24, 2012
By mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
mwurzer4 DIAMOND, Rochester, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Thou! thy truest type of grief is the gently falling leaf."
-Edgar Allan Poe

I’m stretched out on the floor
And I’m staring at the ceiling,
And it’s such a great, big bore
That I think I’ve lost all feeling.
My toes and feet are numb,
My legs and hips are tingling,
Sensation in my chest is gone,
My head’s been sent a-reeling.
And I think that if I try to get up
I’ll surely fall to pieces.
So Mom, I cannot help you mop
The floor or watch your nieces.
You’re on your own with all the chores:
I’ll die of any more bores!

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EeBRA BRONZE said...
on May. 27 2012 at 1:09 am
EeBRA BRONZE, Mattapan, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"Don't count the days, make the days count." Mohamed Ali

sounds like you were just focused on rhyming when writing this poem