Bored
 
 


by Kenn Nesbitt
 
   
As I’m sitting in the classroom
with a blank look on my face,
I am staring out the window
at the emptiness of space.

 

While the teacher drones,
explaining how to multiply a fraction,
my mind is rolling slowly
to a state of numb inaction.

 

Now my eyes are growing heavy
and my head begins to fall,
as I drift away to slumberland
against the classroom wall.

 

I’m awakened by the teacher
as she loudly clears her throat.
It appears while I was napping
all the students took a vote.

 

I got way more votes than anyone,
and this is my reward:
All my classmates have elected me
the chairman of the bored.

 

Text © Kenn Nesbitt, published by Meadowbrook Press.

Illustration © Mike Gordon.

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