Nothing But A Bored Memory

Sitting here in jeans so blue,
I think of my day.
So boring, so true,
In every possible way.

We took the postponed test,
In first period i was stumped.
Staring blankly at the rest
Of the questions on my paper, i slumped.

We played pictionary,
In second period just a few.
We stared at the new "computer library"
With a sense of exhaustion & boredom that spread anew.

We listened to radio & station,
In third period ever so quiet.
Long, long, long notes we took in exhaustion,
Always boring & when the station changed, we’d riot.

We sat on the floor, the carpet so blue,
In fourth period, with computers so new.
Homework, notes, boring! It’s true.
Work work work. That’s all we seem to do.

So another day, another dull,
Another boring, boring day.
TGIF those sayings of them all,
Just another day. Boring in every way.