If I’m feeling bored in the morning
If I’m feeling bored in the night
I  play with real numbers
While my partner slumbers
Then I fall asleep in the light

When one is bereaved and in mourning
That  makes one  feel empty within
It’s painful, not boring
To hear lions roaring
Will they bite a big hole on your skin?

Fill up the sorrow with learning
For study is rarely a sin
Unless it’s just chick lit
Or a very tawdry writ
In which case, then here is the bin