Seeing as I currently have writer’s block, I dug up something I wrote when I was 11 years old in my school planner. Besides, all my poems are kinda serious so why not change it up a bit 🙂
I am bored – there’s nothing to do,
Sometimes trees are green, or brown like poo,
But stuff like that goes down the loo.
I’m about to sneeze – achoo!
Now if you’re in a situation like this
Write a poem of boredom too.