Welcome to my... project about being bored. Unfortunately, there is nothing to stop you from being, bored except the poem I made up while listening to my maths lesson. So, enjoy at your own peril. Here are the words: Hello. My name is bored, or so I say. I am bored. I am still bored. I am not a board. I am still not a board. I am bored. I cannot help that I am bored. I still cannot help that I am bored. I cannot help that I am not a board. I still cannot help that I am not a board. I am bored. I am bored listening to maths. I am still bored listening to maths. I am not a maths board. I am still not a maths board. I am bored. I cannot think of another verse. I still cannot think of another verse. I know this is a verse. I still know this is a verse. I am bored. I think being bored is boring. I still think being bored is boring. I think not being bored would be more interesting. I still think not being bored would be more interesting I am bored. I am bored. I am still bored. I am not a board. I am still not a board. I am bored.
Credits: poem helpfully read by squeak thanks to the peson who went on about division (well I already knew what they were saying...) me, for coding and masterpiece Notes: I find this hilarious. Hilarious reminds me of chewing. Like I'm chewing on the word, and it's kind of stringy... like trying to chew on a hill (and yes I know hills don't normally taste stringy but still). HILLarious! Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! bye. I am still not a board. just in case you were wondering
