Sunday, May 20, 2007

Being Boring...

Nothing like a bit of boredom and old fashioned down-time to revitalise the spirit. I welcome it with open arms, a dynamic pace of life is overrated if you never get time to catch your breath and enjoy the simpler things in life.

Being Boring
by Wendy Cope

'May you live in interesting times.' Chinese curse

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.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Thats all I ever wanted contrary to what life dishes out on a daily efffing basis.
W

lebo said...

Ah, the joys of lounging and doing nothing - how I envy you. In the interesting times we live in, we definitely don't get to do that enough.
Dig the poem. Is Wendy Cope related in any way to Michael Cope? I love Michael Cope's poetry. He's South African though - not sure if Wendy is?
Good luck with the studying, by the way.