Have you ever been in the situation that your bored?
It's one of the "best" situations,
And it's "well adored".

The reason why,
is because you can't do anything,
So basicly you'd prefer to die.

Most of you would prefer to be alive and not be bored.
But How can you not be bored and survive this situation?
Hmmm....
A good website is well adored...
So why not make another poem so people could adore it more?

And then BOOM!
A whole less people bored,
because they are reading haikufeel,
And I'm not either because I'm writing this.
But some of you people don't care about poems,
And you say this website is worst than a club,
well you are losing an enormous Oppurtunity,

TO NOT BE BORED!!!!!!

I tune my guitar all excited for the exciting concert.
And suddently all the worries appear.
I feel a shiver on my back and it asks these questions.

Your guitar will it fall?
Will it crash in the middle of the show?
The positioning?
What about that?
Will I forget my place?
The singing?
Will I lose my voice?
Oh! the positioning!
Where shall I sit next?
How shall I go off stage?
WHAT SHOULD I DO????

But I feel a shiver in my back and this time it's not my nevoursity,
it's my Relief!
I take a deep breath in and out and finally I go on stage.

Usually waking up in the morning is a bore
But not anymore!
Waking up to find your brother has taken the remote
It won't sink your boat!
This morning I was curled up in my bedding
When I heard a soft pitter patter from the weather outside.
I hopped up and out the window
Guess what I saw?
Snow!
So if your feeling sad and gloomy
And you can't watch your own TV
Then got on your coat
Go outside
And then you can gloat
On the ridiculous blanket of snow!
Not a pillow,not a sheet,not even some thick covers!
But a blanket! A blanket of snow.

I'm B-O-R-E-D,
I hope you can spell,
there is nothing much about me,
I can tell...

Well actually I have no reason to be.
Because in my homework diary there is,
a wholepage of homework wainting for me....

Oh NO!!!!
I said "because" in the beginning in the sentece,
trouble!

Phew!!!!
I'm home, not at school,
But my homewok diary is starting to drool!

I love my parents,I really really do,
But what do you do when they say...
CLEAN YOUR ROOM?
Or EAT YOUR SPROUTS?
Or GO TO BED?
I tried being a snotty kid,
having it my way,
but I guess it's just not what it cracked up to be.
And all these things they are telling me
Part of my language I'm sure I will manage.