Ode to Boredom Bliss

When boredom knocks upon your door, Life can become a dreadful bore, Don’t fret, don’t cry, don’t belie your eyes, For creative magic within this boredom lies. Your mind, stuck in idle neutral gear, Begins to wander, from here to far and near. It dreams up worlds of pure wild delight, Where dreams make hay, and pigs take flight. You start to hum silly humdrum tunes, Launch and pop, soap bubble balloons. You doodle dragons, fierce and grand, Build huge grandiose castles out of sand. For when the mind has naught to do, It finds crafty ways to something new. It spirals, twirls, in happenstance. Kicks up its heels in random dance. You write a play, perform a skit, For no one but your cat befit. So three cheers to boredom, long may it last, For it breaks the drudge of treadmill fast.