'Firework Poems' by Wendy Cope

I wish I had been able to see this poem in full colour, but I still think it works in black and white?

       FIREWORK POEMS

(commissioned by the Salisbury Festival to be displayed in fireworks)

       I 

        FASTER AND FASTER,
       THEY VANISH INTO DARKNESS
       OUR YEARS TOGETHER
       II

        WRITE IT IN FIRE ACROSS THE NIGHT
       SOME MEN ARE MORE OR LESS ALL RIGHT






And as a little extra...

Being Boring


'May you live in interesting times.' Chinese curse


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.




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