28 May 2012
Tap tap tap tap
Boredom spilling
From the top of my pen
Spreading, filling
The room with its incessant
Tap tap tap
Get stares from the next table
Tap tap tap
Glares from the next table
But there's nothing left
To fill the tedium of study
I'm completely bereft
Of amusement tap tap
I'm being tied down
By scrawled writing
Of Biology no fun to be found
Even in music
Curiouser and curiouser
No joy from music?
This limbo's getting barmier
Tap tap
The only thing of interest
Tappity tap dancing pen
Sorry folks I'm doing my best
To keep quiet
Plough on
But it's hard
With boredom
Staining my mind
Every cranial cranny
Full of grey and dull and
Tap tap tapping
Yawnfest • Opuss № I