I wrote this one boring friday afternoon in my English book.

Bored

I'm bored,
Sitting here in the cold dark class room.
I'm bored,
The teacher drones on and on,
Of people who are now dead and gone.
I'm bored,
Minutes pass like hours,
Hours pass like days, and all the while
I'm bored.

Joke is my English teacher gave me credit for it.