{"id":26,"date":"2020-07-23T13:32:00","date_gmt":"2020-07-23T13:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/07\/23\/a-poem-for-thursday-91\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T20:34:11","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T20:34:11","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-91","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/07\/23\/a-poem-for-thursday-91\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #91"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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I have featured a Wendy Cope poem before here.<\/a> It was only the ninth in this series and here we are at the ninety-first. I enjoy her poems because they feel as if she is simply speaking to the reader. It is like having a conversation with a friend. They give the deceptive feeling that we could have written them ourselves. And then, of course, we realize that no, no we couldn’t have.<\/p>\n

If you asked me ‘What’s new’, I have nothing to say<\/i>
\nExcept that the garden is growing.<\/i>
\nI had a slight cold but it’s better today.<\/i>
\nI’m content with the way things are going.<\/i>
\nYes, he is the same as he usually is,<\/i>
\nStill eating and sleeping and snoring.<\/i>
\nI get on with my work. He gets on with his.<\/i>
\nI know this is all very boring.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nThere was drama enough in my turbulent past:<\/i>
\nTears and passion–I’ve used up a tankful.<\/i>
\nNo news is good news, and long may it last,<\/i>
\nIf nothing much happens, I’m thankful.<\/i>
\nA happier cabbage you never did see,<\/i>
\nMy vegetable spirits are soaring.<\/i>
\nIf you’re after excitement, steer well clear of me.<\/i>
\nI want to go on being boring.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nI don’t go to parties. Well, what are they for,<\/i>
\nIf you don’t need to find a new lover?\u00a0<\/i>
\nYou drink and you listen and drink a bit more<\/i>
\nAnd you take the next day to recover.<\/i>
\nSomeone to stay home with was all my desire<\/i>
\nAnd, now that I’ve found a safe mooring,<\/i>
\nI’ve just one ambition in life:\u00a0 I aspire<\/i>
\nTo go on and on being boring.<\/i>
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\n<\/i>
\nBeing Boring<\/i>
\nWendy Cope<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Arnaldo Aldana\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash I have featured a Wendy Cope poem before here. It was only the ninth in this series and here we are at the ninety-first. I enjoy her poems because they feel as if she is simply speaking to the reader. It is like having a conversation with a friend. They give the deceptive feeling that we could have written them ourselves. And then, of course, we realize that no, no we couldn’t have. If you asked 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?\u00a0 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:\u00a0 I aspire To go on and on being boring. Being Boring Wendy Cope<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1929,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2476,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions\/2476"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}