This poem sucks. It was made up in class with absolutely no effort. If you read the first letter of each line, you'll be able to find out how I came up with it.
This poem is about nothing.
How bored was
I when I wrote this?
Nothing to do but write.
Kind of weird, my state of mind.
In sort of a trance
Now.
Got to get
Into a
Thinking mode soon.
Unable to be creative as I could be.
Probably won't even remember this poem later.
Amazing how boredom in class can be
Such a good thing.
I'm starting to feel better.
Good-bye boredom.
Only thing to do now is sit.
