I lye on my bed
Gaping at the ceiling
The plain
White
Unadorned
Humdrum
Bare
Ceiling

The boredom
Creeps through my mind
Bringing dull
Vague
Uninspiring
Dreary
Drab
Thoughts

I seek in my mind for some spark
To keep me from dying
From this drudging
Lifeless
Unexciting
Stodgy
Cloying
Boredom

I grasp
Onto an old imagination so unused
That it’s dusty
Bedraggled
Untouched
Cruddy
Grimy
And so needed

I use my imagination
That I’ve found
To create some fun
On the ceiling
I try to make a picture
That will make me laugh
And play
Like I did yesterday


I see a little man
Dressed in red
And yellow
And silver
He’s got a cane
And a top hat with
Clouds all over it
And shoes with bunny ears

He begins to move about
Across my once bare ceiling
Clicking his heels
Tipping his top hat
And he dances
Flailing his arms
He beckons me
To join

I stand
And begin to move
To the beat of the music
That comes from the little mans cane
I swivel my hips
And shake my arms about
I make a lot of noise
Stomping around my room

I hear a creak
But not from the little man
Through my door slips
A cookie
Full of chocolate chips
He bows
He flips
He dances with the little man and me

I begin to think I’m crazy
But hey, aren’t we all?
I think I shall
Dance the day away
The boredom has been chased away
By my new friends
And with these new friends
The little man and cookie, I dance till the day fades

 
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