Back Seat Boredom
As bored as I could be,
Wishing the car ride wasn't so long,
Wishing for something to see.
Outside the car was boring,
Nothing to see for miles.
Except, of course, for the unicorns,
And the purple crocodiles.
The lollipop trees were in full bloom;
Every color was shining bright.
The chocolate rivers flowed next to the road,
On both the left and the right.
The flying pigs and wombats,
Were dancing an aerial ballet.
And I just sat there bored to tears,
Another ho-hum day.
©2009-Art Belliveau
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