BOREDOM IS TWO BOWLS OF OATMEAL

So I could find my day through,

I ate an oatmeal bowl times two,

I've a long list of to do,

Starting with a dog walk and poo, 

Then, I'll be milking old Sue, 

The cow that don't moo.

Then, a night cap at Pub Lou,

Each day ends, nothing new,

Yes, lifelong nightmares do come true,