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