After a bad night,
Goya might have invented turkeys.

Almost swamped by ink,

 Stuff my eyes with clouds.
   Dangle tender mites above my lashes till
      the lids go lank

Here is the rock behind which she rose from the unpleasance of sea-foam.

   “Just who did kill Dr. Brewer?” Nurse Kelly asks in the caf on break.
   “I resent your asking.”
   Her eyes flit about the room. “I know you’ve been seeing his former wife,” she says,

The devil, for one, is a philanthropist.
He gave so much

I came home juiced one night and collided with 7 planes in the dark. King Kong swatted them when he was on the Empire State, I see what he meant, you knock one away, another springs back.

You may want to engage in “activities to avoid boredom”. Here are some suggestions but feel free to invent games of your own and above all be imaginative.

The one-armed man
made six cottage windows for each door,
although he did not want to see his cars

This is my lawn. I planted it, I grew it, 
and I work hard ensuring it’s attractive. 
I keep it clear of every type of pest.

We have all been there once. Some, more than that.
They forced us all to visit one September.
But that was such a long, long time ago.