There once was a man who was always bored,
And nearly as thick as one too,
For he had tried everything there was to try,
and still could find nothing to do.
He tried all exotic fruits and every dish,
And yet could find nothing to eat.
He basket wove, dived, and deep-sea-fished,
And was nary impressed by each feat.
He traveled around the world to look for new things,
But really, the whole hassle was a chore.
And the whole time, the man’s problem seems
That he was content to be bored.