"...if not exactly a thing of beauty, certainly a joy forever."

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— Well, it must be the holidays if I’m reading poetry again. Found this today, and love it.


Being Boring

 If you ask me ‘What’s new?’, I have nothing to say

 Except that the garden is growing.

 I had a slight cold but it’s better today.

 I’m content with the way things are going.

 Yes, he is the same as he usually is,

 Still eating and sleeping and snoring.

 I get on with my work. He gets on with his.

 I know this is all very boring.

 There was drama enough in my turbulent past:

 Tears and passion-I’ve used up a tankful.

 No news is good news, and long may it last,

 If nothing much happens, I’m thankful.

 A happier cabbage you never did see,

 My vegetable spirits are soaring.

 If you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.

 I want to go on being boring.

 I don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,

 If you don’t need to find a new lover?

 You drink and you listen and drink a bit more

 And you take the next day to recover.

 Someone to stay home with was all my desire

 And, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,

 I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspire

 To go on and on being boring.

-Wendy Cope

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