Snelmo

Bored out of my Gourd

This poem is dedicated to my aunt, Gayatri, who I call "Bua". The reason for this is because she "inspired" me, I suppose you could call it, to write this poem. I was just sitting around, bored, and bugging her to let me play Angry Birds on her tablet. I had nothing to do, or it felt like that, and Bua told me that I needed to do something that did not involve electronics. My brother Akshai and I had mostly been playing on electronics whenever we were at home; the reason that Bua would not let me play on her tablet.

So, to give myself something to do, I repetitively said the words, "I'm bored, I'm bored," over and over and over again to nobody in particular. I guess I was saying them to Bua, but basically I was only saying them because I was, well……bored.

Eventually, I even got bored of saying, "I'm bored," so I retired to the room I shared with Akshai and took my notebook out to write. I love to write, and I want to be an author when I grow up, so my various notebooks mostly contain of poems, short stories that I never completed, and aimless doodles and half-finished drawings of when I was bored. I did not doodle this time, however, and instead, wrote a quick poem that didn't take much effort. It was about my long, tiring boredom, as you can guess, and I hope you enjoy it.

P.S. Bua also told me how to spell the word "gourd", which I used to think was spelled "gord".

BORED OUT OF MY GOURD

I am bored out of my gourd
My mind is blank and white
I am bored out of my gourd
It's like I'm trying to see something
     in a place with no light

I am bored out of my  gourd
I want to scream and cry
I am bored out of my gourd
So utterly bored am I

I am bored out of my gourd
I hit my head again and again
I am bored out of my gourd
Now I'm so bored I'm counting the spots on my dog..
     that's nine..  that's ten..

AGH! AGH! RRRRRRRR……..AGH!

I
AM
SO
BORED!!!

I am bored out of my gourd