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I have a new header! A little nod to Wendy Cope. Before today, Being Boring is first a title of her poem from the book, If I Don't Know (2001). I realize that Mrs. Cope is someone who is very very (like super!) spiky when it comes to copyright infringement; and I could possibly get myself into trouble for what I am about to post. But please, please, please. Allow me to do this, just this one time. Ok? Don’t sue me. I’m just a penniless university student, who’s got nothing but a charming face to support myself should the responsible authority decide to take the legal action. So,

On with the poem:

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.

Light verse poems are cool. They're gay, and humorous, and fairly understandable by mere mortals.