Being Boring...

"May you live in interesting times." Chinese curse.

If you ask me "Whats 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's 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 all this is very boring.

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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 mush 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.

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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 you drink a bit more

And you take the next day to recover.

Someone to stay at 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.

Well yes, but was colour coding my bookcases going too far?