What I feel when I sit in a boring lecture.....I am guessing that this holds true for a majority of people....:
Trapped in a big hall, I got bored.
Hours on the bench, my backside was sore.
Greek and Latin to me were the writings on the board
Good at neither was I, my eyes were on the door.
I dreamt of the lilies, I dreamt of the butterflies,
I dreamt of a beautiful girl, waving at me to my utmost surprise.
The world was full of possibilities, if I could only find
A way to leave the hall, leave the dreary place behind.
The teacher droned on in a monotonous voice.
Alas! That I was here out of my own sad choice.
bugger!
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