Wendy Cope, British poet

“Bloody men are like bloody buses —
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You’re trying to read the destinations,
You haven’t much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.”

Wendy Cope, “Serious Concerns”

If you liked that one…………….

“The day he moved out was terrible –
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn’t a problem
But the corkscrew had gone as well.”

Wendy Cope, also in “Serious Concerns”

Why did I pick these items? Epicureanism shouldn’t be dry and dusty. Funny things are important pleasures.

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