Bored Poem by Far Lapenna

Boredom seeps in
Uninvited and whining
What is the Teacher saying?
I can't tell, I'm writing

The children, they laugh
Randomly, so confusing
What are they laughing about?
I don't care, they are boring

My notebook lies open
Scribbled on, jotted down
Even I don't know what they mean
But the teacher has a frown

The teacher comes over, pointing, and asks:
"Why have you done this when it's such an easy task? "
His assistant looks at me, her expression floored
But I look her in the eye and say:
"Sorry, I was bored."

He sends me out in disgrace
The kids beginning to complain
But I just smile and brace myself
For the boredom to start again