There is an epidemic,
A horrid, awful flu,
That once it strikes, it spreads so fast,
There’s nothing you can do.
It creeps upon it’s victim,
And tears him from his work.
It tells him that he’s bored and tired;
For hours it will lurk.
It causes boredom, sleepiness,
And constant questions of
“I’m bored… what can I do?”
For it’s viewers, this is the most dreaded flu!
What is this cold, this bad disease,
That leaves it’s victims blue?
It’s the awful epidemic that will remain the worst,
It’s boredom, through and through!
I wrote this poem today with little brothers in mind… can anyone relate to this? 🙂