Busy Doing Nothing Poem by Malik-seven Navarre

These lines, dear reader, I incline,
May just give you a bore.
To my surprise, you'll like my rhyme,
Or pieces of, I'm sure.

For I was bored and wrote this poem
Which I enjoy, so loving.
And then realized that what I'm doing,
Is absolutely nothing.

"Clean the tub, " my mom said prickly,
I find that disgusting.
So I told her that I am busy.
In truth, doing nothing.

She then told me to wash the dishes,
I don't feel like scrubbing.
So I said "When I'm done with this."
In truth, done with doing nothing.

And as I wrote, pondered and dwelled,
She walked in unannounced.
And I could obviously tell,
What she was mad about.

With this last verse my rhyming ends,
Tho with me not doing nothing.
I sigh and shrug, but as I scrub.
So busy doing something.