Random poem.

Well I'm bored and this makes no sense.

There once was a woman named Claire,
who's favorite thing was her pet bear.
When with him she had no care,
and her husband judged this be unfair.

He said she could see him no more,
to attack the problem at the core.
With his wife this did cause a sore,
for her husband was sometimes a bore.

I could go on with more useless gibberish but I think I'll stop.

Actually that's pretty good.

Weird things happen when I'm bored. That's my only explanation for inspiration for this. Kind of enjoyed it. Might try more.

Well its not a bad thing, ^^ the best inspiration and whatnot comes when you least expect it to. ^_^

Haha yea. The only bad thing is I'm horrible when it comes to actually expressing emotion in poems and in words in general. So I end up making incredibly nonsensical poems and/or random gibberish. It ends up making sense to me.