During Biology

If boredom were a class...

Then I'd get an A.
As shocked as I am
to be saying a sentence
such as this one,
this class is the rarity
that I'd rather fail.

Every weekday morning,
after a dismal reading
of Goethe's Faust,
I fervently pray,
to whom it may concern,
please deliver me
from such awful tedium.

In foolish past times,
I found it amusing
that my boredom
should lead to embroidery,
and classical reading.
Oh, the folly of pastimes.

A silly thing, truth.
Truth would say
that I've plenty to do
and that downtime
really ought to be valued.
Yes, downtime I treasure;
boredom I give to Goodwill.