As I sit here and look out of my window,
I see a blue sky and white fluffy clouds
and the temperature is mid seventies
a perfect day to go to the park.
But I am stuck in this house,
sniffling, coughing, and doing nothing
but watching tennis on tv and writing
this poem about being bored.
I could go out, but would that be wise?
I have a virus that just won't quit
but I could have some fun
even if I have a coughing fit.
No I think I had better stay indoors
and watch my neighbors drinking Coors
and laughing and having a good time
in the perfect sun on a perfect day.
So wrapped up in my snuggie
I curl up on the sofa and watch
my tennis and drink my juice
being bored out of my mind.
Barbara Lynn Terry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bored-out-of-my-mind/
