Quick poem. (Cause it's 3.50am and I am quite bored)

First time in ages....

BORED.

It never happens hardly ever at all...

Nothing to do, no~one to call.

Was flying earlier.. Oh how I soared....

And then I plummeted, and now I am bored.

Music is nice, keeps making me cry...

If I said I didn't like that it would be a lie.

To cry is great and such a release... I don't know~

But not so good whilst shopping in Tesco.

So, What to do? Got to be busy, I find....

Busy is the best way to rest the mind.

<(ovo)> xx

Rob 3.55am