a poem by Sandra Conner
I am bored … so bored.
I need something else to do.
Wrack my brain … the pain.
What will help? Don’t have a clue.
Talk on phone … endless drone.
Do my nails until they gleam.
Clean desk drawer … fun chore:
Found lost candy and hand cream.
Still I’m bored … so bored.
Without something else to try,
I’ll have no choice … guilty voice:
Must start my real work by and by.
The Happy Wordcrafter 
You weren’t really bored were you?
Actually, I really was! I was sitting at work (at the learning center where I teach), and all my students were doing lessons on iPads that they had to master independently. I couldn’t help them, but I couldn’t leave them (due to liability for the iPads themselves), and I was soooo bored. I wrote the first line, and then I started thinking about how I tend to procrastinate jobs I don’t want to do. In order to put them off, I’ll do all kinds of things that have no connection at all — just so I don’t have to start the “real” work. I have a good friend who is worse about that than I am, so he keeps me from feeling too guilty. But when I thought about that angle, the poem just started to blossom. Just goes to show you can write about ANYTHING and get away with it as long as it rhymes ….
Love this, Sandra. Writing poetry whilst you’re bored, must chase away those blues. 🙂