My Lame December the 29

I wrote this one night while I was very sick. I was so bored and my boyfriend was ignoring me cause he had to watch a stupid Terminator movie. It was quite lame and pathetic. So I wrote a poem. It technically takes place on December the 28, but as I say in the poem, I was tired and bored. Not to mention I was really, really sick.

It's half-past midnight.

The day is now December the 29.

I'm tired and bored

But my man is still wide awake

Watching some lame-ass Terminator movie.

I wish I could be all warm,

Tucked snuggly in my bed,

Him next to me, my head on his chest

While his heart beats lullabies;

Singing me to sleep.

But no, I write poetry instead.

My day was long.

I just read all day

About "living impaired" hooking up with the living.

My head pounded and ached.

I ate a bowl of Golden Grahams.

My cat, she did save me,

From an itsy, bitsy spider

By nomming on it whole.

Not to be a whiner,

But I just ached...

The whole flippin' day.

An oober hot shower

Made me feel just a little bit better.

I went back to reading

My teen romance-supposed-to-be-horror-ish book

Wishing the spinning

Would just disapparate.

8 O' Clock came.

My boyfriend would be off work soon.

To dizzy to drive, but not wanting him to walk,

I compromised and walked to him.

We stopped at a grocery store on our way home.

Grabbed a frozen pizza

And his mom called.

She requested that additional people

At our home, be gone!

Then the boyfriend wanted a movie.

That stupid Terminator movie

Was the one he grabbed.

I complained,

So he grabbed Star Trek, too.

We came home and kicked the extras out.

My man put in the pizza

And Captain James T. Kirk as well.

I ate a slice and a half.

Now I feel like a nerd,

But I guess that's cool.

Nerds will someday rule the world!

The movie is still playing

And I'm at the end of my day.

A poem, two pages long, (on paper that is.)

Wow, some life I have.