Bored to the core.

You my muse is gone,

And I am forlorn,

How am I to go on, 

As no picture is drawn. 

What am I to do, 

As I have nothing to do, 

I am feeling blue,

Shall I go to the zoo? 

I am bored to the core, 

And I am rolling on the floor, 

So off I head to the bookstore,

Reading I shall pour.