A Boring Lecture

Was inspired to write this poem while sitting in a physics class!

Half an hour to go,

The sadistic watch mocks,

Thirty minutes of painless torture,

Nine hundred more tick tocks.

Time comes to a halt

When the professor starts to teach.

His drone fills the room,

His monotonous sleepy speech.

His voice a brilliant lullaby

Induces sleep in one and all,

The pen stops and the eyelids droop

When the lecture proceeds in a crawl.

A select few listen to him

For the rest he's a buzzing mosquito.

What shall we not do or give

For him to stop and go.

Enduring this never-ending torture,

We enhance our skill of tolerance

For we have no say in this matter

But hope for his sweet disappearance.

We sit like mindless zombies,

His speech going into one ear,

Left unprocessed by the brain,

And quickly leaving through the other.

And when the lecture comes to an end

We are finally happy and free then

But our joy is short-lived

As the next day the class starts again.