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You'Re Bored, You Say
You're bored, you say? Let's bring on the bears
and dance them around the ring.
You should learn how to juggle or fly a trapeze
'cause I'm sure bored by YOU, ding-a-ling.
You've nothing to do? Let's bring on the lions
and elephants too. When that's through,
let's watch a human cannonball fly.
(I'll suggest that the human be you.)
Tired of me too? Let's bring on the clowns.
Your smirk I so want to erase.
Let them come out with dogs and on stilts
and then throw a pie in your face!
You're DYING of boredom? Let's bring on snake charmers
and the guy who swallows a sword.
Let's make you the target for throwers of knives.
Facing death, you might not feel so bored!
You need an escape? Let's bring on the freaks,
contortionists, and at last, dear,
people who practice escapology,
who can then help you to disappear.
April 17, 2019
for the Bring On The Dancing Bears Poetry Contest of John Lawless
(with all the many things to do in this world, I hate when someone says,
"I'M BORED" well, unless they are forced to be in a place they don't want to be and they have no pen and paper or technological devices on them!)
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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