Sunday, February 20, 2011

Simple, funny and quotable!

We happened to read Wendy Cope's poetry is class the other day and it was a huge hit. Even  my "I just don't get the point of poetry" friend had a goofy smile stretched across her face. Here's a sample of one of her poems. This one's called 'Bloody Men'. 

Wendy Cope
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.