Being Boring ~ Cope

Being Boring
“May you live in interesting times.”           – Chinese Curse
If you ask me “What’s new?”, I have nothing to sayExcept 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 moreAnd you take the next day to recover.Someone to stay home with was all my desireAnd, now I’ve found a safe mooring,I’ve just one ambition in life: I aspireTo go on and on being boring.
~ Wendy Cope