This is what I do when I'm bored.

I’m going to tell you of a young lad named Jerry.
A cheerful lad, both jolly and merry.
He goes unfazed by things mean and things scary.
And he once decided to pack up all he could carry,
To go on a hike, which is about to get hairy

For you see young Jerry is stuck in a bog.
Resting on the only noticeable log.
He can’t see where he is, through the think fog.
And his canteen is now empty, devoid of eggnog.