It's the era of boredom's day
In the morning I seldom play;
So chores unnecessary i seek,
Even if they could be suspended one more week.
To my guardians i seem diligent and meek.
The activities of the morning so far,
Leaves my mind quite ajar.
In idleness I wonder
My limbs their pleas tender
Of this idleness I must put asunder.
Out i go for a walk
Hoping for a dame to stalk
The aimless trek covers my feet with sand and loam
Self imposed tiredness brings me to my comfort foam.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!!!!
PLEA; Please may I be your student??

How comes nobody is commending this beautiful piece.. How do we expect pple to post their work if they are not commended, especially a beautiful one like this..

njokusboy: How comes nobody is commending this beautiful piece.. How do we expect pple to post their work if they are not commended, especially a beautiful one like this..

Exactly..

Why do I get the feeling you are a student plagued by boredom forced on you by the ASUU strike.
Your poem is nice.
For future references: When writing, you should make use of 'I' and not 'i'.