Bored With A Paper Poem by Mitwaly Osman

So I held my pen and drew a flower,
In the midst of wind to give her power,
A small little lake with a golden duck,
A fat ladybug but just for luck.

I moved my paper right to the top,
And drew a smiling moon at a rock,
I scratched my head and bit my pen,
Should I make the stars one or ten?

I filled my world with joy and love,
I blessed all thee from heaven above,
But all went down when I heard him said,
'Hey you idiot, Off to your bed! '
Oh God, I'm dead..
I'm dead,
I'm dead!