Being bored,

almost as bad as the lion that roared.

The lion that roared,

will eat when bored.

Being bored will eat you,

just like the lion that roared.

When I get bored,

I'm worst than the lion that roared.

I run right to the poetic board,

except on the weekend,

I love to party to no end.

The poetic board won't do,

I need to get out and dance too.

I don't drink or do drugs,

that's a quicker way to end up eaten by the bugs.

However if I was a drinking man,

I'd have a wine glass in my hand.

Use to be on Friday night,

I use to hit the bar and do it up right,

now if I'm not dancing,

I have my pen writing.

This weekend I didn't get to dance,

so here I sit with my second romance.

Romancing my verse,

serving my poetic curse.

Trying to fill this empty gap,

next weekend I'll be on the dance floor zap.

Zapping,

until my old legs start cramping.

OnepoetGem