Reading Shakspear to my cat

It was early Saturday morning
And I had nothing to do.
My mother mad her usual offers:
“Clean or learn to sew.”

But in my pride or laziness
(Which one I do not know)
I turned down all her offers
And let my stupidity show.

And now, alas, I have wasted my time,
Sitting there upon the mat.
With the large red book in my hand
Reading Shakespeare to my cat.

I wrote this poem as a homework assignment. I couldn't think of any possible subjects, so my mom randomly suggested I do something about reading shakespeare. When I'm bored, I will talk to, or annoy, my cat so I wrote a poem about being bored and projecting that boredom onto my cat by reading shakespeare to her. Yes, my mother really does suggest I learn to sew when I'm bored. That's why I never tell her I'm bored. She will actually give me something productive to do. Which is a great idea for a poem....