A fearful malady

As the sun sets in the west,

it sends out its last rays, the best

sight that cheers me as I lie

in bed. I let myself sigh.

I really have faced a few

times in the sick bed and do rue

this latest malady that

Struck me this June, just like that

I moan as I remember

the ways I tried to ward her

away from me. I drummed away on

the keyboard; high scores are born.

My nose is an inch apart

from the monitor. My heart

then feels a misgiving. So,

I devise a new cure. With more

ado, I flip channels. I

feel snug in the arms of my

favourite stars on Disney.

Alas! She striketh poor me

again! Lady Malady, show

some pity. Resigned, I move

into the study. Armed with

the most spectacular myth

of Ulysees, I relax

into my chair. It still lacks

the power to repel my disease.

It rears its head again. Please

stop! Yet it struck me when the

hero finally met the

long-missed family. I then

turned on music. This was when

The Lady Malady was

just beside me, the cause

apparently being due

to me hearing, not the new,

but the oft-heard songs. With great

deftness, she swept me into my state

of despair. Oh noble reader,

before you scold me or Her,

let me bestow her proper name,

she has earned eternal fame,

for she is the Lady BOREDOM.

I certainly owe you some

thanks for staying till the end,

having precious time to lend,

‘cause you helped me drive away,

the so fearful Malady!

(When bored during hols after XII! :-) )