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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