You haven’t bought an ostrich
For several months at least,
Nor have you cooked a lemon
In chestnuts, corks, or yeast.
You’ve never thrown a hand grenade
At some Windex in L.A.
So quit telling me you’re bored
And please just go away.
Filed under Poems
Tagged as Boredom, Humor, Living, Poetry, Postaday, Random, Silly, Weird
Best rhyme I’ve heard all day. Keep them coming!
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