Because I suddenly am bored,
I cannot make myself record
a poem using the daily word.
Suddenly, it seems absurd
to sit here typing nonsense when
I’m thinking of what might have been.
I could be walking in the sand,
throwing balls for Morrie and
sight dolphins others have been hyping—
(having spotted them while I’ve been typing!!!)
So fellow bloggers, here I go
into my own reality show.
What I’ve done? I’ll tell you later.
‘Til then, I’m a procrastinator.
The prompt word today was record.