A poem by Wendy Cope
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've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
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This is what January is, a yawn. It seems like all the animals agree.
4 comments:
Boy do I agree!! I am going to Chinatown tomorrow for a Chinese New Year party. Convince your mom to let you come down to the city and I'll take you with me! ;)
What a boring poem! I loved it. Those animal yawns were anything but.
I agree! The coldest month of the year and totally B-O-R-I-N-G! Love the pictures.
I wish I could magic you across the country to sunny California!
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