POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about the lost art of boredom.
Are we missing out on the beauty of being bored?
The Rhyme
Times ticking by,
Tick tock tick tock
Goes every clock.
That’s the rhyme we
All used to sing
When we got bored.
Always sing it:
On long car rides
Waiting for buses
Doing homework
Or housework too
In maths lessons
Also English
German, IT
Yeah, any school.
I don’t sing it-
Ever ever
I never sing
The boredom song
Am I missing
Out on beauty?
Is it better
To bore or not?
I am confused,
For I do miss
That little tune
But I don’t miss -
Not even a little
Bit - the boredom.
(Is it even a poem? Maybe 🤔 idk)
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