Yeah, this is how much I get bored when no one's around:

Ode to Caitlin Anne

Caitlin is not here, what am I to do?
There's no one fun around, no jackasses to sue.
Life seems do dreary, so simple, yes its true
And while you were gone, here is what's new:
I've purchased some converses, no wannabes like you
I bought a pair of read ones, for they had no orange or blue
I watched I love the 80's, at first I thought, "oh, poo"
But then I laughed and reminisced, and shed a tear or two
While you've been out, I've used the loo
And driven by on country roads, as the cows go moo
I've rode the dragster at cedar point, swiftly going "woooo"
I've seen fireworks atop the power tower- let me tell you "oooo"

But all this time, I've missed so dearly, my little caitlin anne
Short and sweet, a bit crazy, and lacking proper tan
I've talked to many- colleen, and kate, Eliza, Shan
Even some guys, like the one we call Dever's Dan
But, alas, there's no caitlin to be had, its like a little ban
Though the weather's been wet, and hot enough for a fan
But my rhyme scheme slowly fades, the only word left is pan

So I'll move on with my topics, to that of your guys
Yes, daniele radcliff, with his,um, bluish greenish brownish eyes?
Yeah, uh-huh, thats what I thought, but this says I-s:
I've been so lost without my caitlin, and the gryffindor ties
I now take comfort in my food- ice cream and cherry pie
It's been so long without you, I think that I may die...

So, here I sit, all alone with out mi lil Cait
Not that anyone calls you that, but hey, this rhyme is great!
It's like a dinner with all the foods you love upon your plate.
So now my ode must nearly end, and we'll wipe clean the slate
And hurry up and come back, before it is to late!

And if, by chance you tell of this poem I have written
I will go homicidal, and its your throat I'll be slittin'