Today is very boring

Hey this piece I DID NOT WRITE, myself but i love it. I think that ist really helps to show how blind we are to the world.

"Today is very boring" by Jack Prelutsky

Today is very boring,
it's a very boring day,
there is nothing much to look at,
there is nothing much to say,
there's a peacock on my sneakers,
there's a penguin on my head,
there's a dormouse on my doorstep,
I am going back to bed.

Today is very boring,
it is boring through and through,
there is absolutely nothing
that i think i want to do,
I see giants riding rhinos,
and an ogre with a sword,
there's a dragon blowing smoke rings,
I am positively bored.

Today is very boring,
I can hardly help but yawn,
there's a flying saucer landing
in the middle of my lawn,
a volcano just erupted
less than half a mile away,
and I think I felt and earthquake,
it's a very boring day.
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I have to admit that i have had days like this, where absolutely nothing can make you excited, your just in a type of funk. I believe that everyone has had a day like this.
I love the way this poem is done, the irony is hilarious. It shows you all the wonders of the world, and how this person has become so blind to them. All these events are a metaphor for the beauty of the world that we are missing every single day.

When i read this poem it often makes me think of the news reports that we see everyday.
"a volcano just erupted, less that half a mile away, i think i felt and earthquake, its a very boring day."
Everyday some new catastrophe has presented its self, and we just shake it off and say that its just a Tuesday, its is no big deal. I idea of natural disasters has become a regular news day for us now.

Also, some of the imagery he uses, makes me think of people that i know. The lines about the dragon blowing smoke rings, makes me think of the people standing outside a 7 11 having a smoke. To me, i think the author wrote this poem somewhat by looking at the people around him and imagining them, as these abnormal creatures. Flying saucers could be a reference to distant relatives coming to visit.

In short, i loved this poem and it makes me laugh every time. It forces its readers to look outside the window and notice all the small wonders of the world that we take for granted.

There are so many to look at this poem, these are just some of my thoughts, i would love to hear your thoughts, or comments.