Wendy Cope

Wendy Cope (born 21 July 1945) is an English poet.

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  • 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.
    • Bloody men
  • 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.
    • Loss
  • And happy families go to church and cheerily they mingle
    And the whole business is unbelievably dreadful, if you're single.
    • A Christmas Poem
  • My true love hath my heart and I have hers
    We swapped last Tuesday and felt quite elated
    But now whenever one of us refers
    To 'my heart' things get rather complicated.
  • In April one seldom feels cheerful;
    Dry stones, sun and dust make me fearful;
    Clairvoyants distress me,
    Commuters depress me—
    Met Stetson and gave him an earful.

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