Recently was going through my statuses in facebook and found a reference to the following poem :
Being boring - Wendy Cope
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.
I thought back in 2008 that this poem truly captures my sentiments. Now, a few years wiser I relate to it even more. I love the first stanza. What with my only passion nowadays being a kitchen garden in a few pots, this succintly captures my response to whats new!
Being boring - Wendy Cope
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.
I thought back in 2008 that this poem truly captures my sentiments. Now, a few years wiser I relate to it even more. I love the first stanza. What with my only passion nowadays being a kitchen garden in a few pots, this succintly captures my response to whats new!
1 comment:
I think I remember reading this through you back then. Loved it then too! And totally understand what you mean :)
But there's still the gap (thankfully) that makes us do things once in a while I guess!
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