Because of boredom

Heres a kind of nonsense poem that I made because I was bored. ^_^


Bored Bored Bored.
I am really very bored.
I have lots of things I could do,
But I really just don't want to!

So, I am sitting here bored out of my wits.
So that is why I came here to sit,
And write a poem.
About my boredom.

I wonder what I should do
When this rhyme is done.
And if you, who are reading this (yes I mean you)
Have any ideas up your shoe,
Of things that a bored kid like me could do,
Please please oh please tell me! Tell me! Would you?

I sigh and type these words.
I pause and hear tweeting of birds.
And sit and wish for a dime.
And wish there was no such thing as crime.
(I don't really hear birds, or wish for a dime,
I just put those in here so it would rhyme. )
And this is all because of boredom!

I think of weird things
Like monsters with wings
And fish twiddling their thumbs
But fish don't have thumbs! Oh, I'm so dumb.
And now I think my brain is numb.
And this is all because of boredom!

What's next in my head?
A thirty thousand foot tall bed?
And next to it a giant made out of lead!
And on his head a sock that's dead!
But socks cant be dead! What's wrong with my head?!
I think I will become dead instead!
And this is all because of boredom!

What will I do if I'm in my death bed,
And this is what at my funeral is said:
This fine young lady wrote this poem,
And then the poor girl died of boredom!

I shudder at the thought.
"I really really must not 
Die of boredom!" I cry.
And then I sigh a big sigh.

Who ever heard of such a thing?
Dying of boredom! Hah! Thats insane!
But then my smile fades away.
Insane? Oh no! Am I going insane?!
Going insane of boredom! Oh my!
Am I mad?! Am I mad?! Am I mad?! I cry.
"You must be!" says my sister walking by.
"I will die! I will die! I will die!" Said I
"And this is all because of boredom!"

But, what is this I hear, a knock at the door?
Will my troubles be no more?
I open the door. "You saved my life today!"
I said to the the people in the door way.
For the people had come to play!

I almost died of boredom.
But now I think I'm okay.
So if your bored one day,
You might want to write a poem.
Poems always seem to be lucky and they
Might help, so you don't die of boredom.

So boredom is a good thing I guess,
it just makes you a little stressed.

And this is the end of my poem
And it was all because of boredom.

-Snickerdoodle