Happy Birthday, Wendy Cope, born 21 July 1945.
A Selection Of Verse
Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion.
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.
Making Cocoa For Kingsley Amis It was a dream I had last week And some kind of record seemed vital. I knew it wouldn't be much of a poem But I love the title.
Bloody Men 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 destination, 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 is a contemporary English poet. Her debut poetry collection, Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, has sold over 180,000 copies to date. She has published two further books of poetry and has edited various anthologies of comic verse.