Wendy Cope's first booklet of poems and parodies, Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis, went immediately into the bestseller lists. Its successor, severe issues has proved much more well known, addressing such themes as 'Bloody Men', 'Men and Their dull Arguments', 'Two therapies for Love', 'Kindness to Animals' and 'Tumps' (Typically dead Male Poets).
Uncertainty of the Poet Tumps Poem Composed in Santa Barbara The Cricketing models nineteenth Christmas Poem The Poet’s track Reflections on a Royalty assertion Pastoral an issue with Wordsworth version on Belloc’s ‘Fatigue’ IV Does She Like Word-Games? Magnetic version on a Lennon and McCartney music English climate From Strugnell Lunaire the homeless hammer sooner than My Time Clouds Perplexity Weltschmerz Quartet for 4 Beer-drinkers Strugnell’s.
The drums. yet don’t permit him free on debts – that’s inviting catastrophe. A tump can’t do sums. He can't get equipped. simply watch him attempt it And you’ll see a annoyed guy. yet a few tumps (and those are the worst ones) deny it And angrily inform you they could. i was just about a tump who may bellow ‘You imagine I can’t upload and two!’ And get even crosser whilst, smiling and mellow, I responded, ‘You’re rather correct. I do.’ girls poets are businesslike, capable, solid drivers, and.
expensive Dial-a-Poet, desire it is going to do. Please to pay straight away And God bless you. The Poet’s track (Tune: ‘The Lord Chancellor’s track’ from Iolanthe) whilst i began to jot down as a really younger guy (Said I to myself – acknowledged I), I’ll regularly produce the simplest paintings that i will (Said I to myself – acknowledged I). I’ve committed myself to the lifetime of the brain and that i shan’t drop my criteria in any respect, should still i locate That my personal loan payments have fallen at the back of (Said I to myself – stated I). If i am getting a decision.
I’d mutter darkly, ‘I hate yer.’ and stale I’d stomp down the wild, wild lanes In my denims and my Wellington boots. A provincial poet doesn’t want lipstick Or tights or good fits – The muddle of city lifestyles. How very good simply to discard all of it And spend one’s time communing with every thing, Perched on a dry-stone wall. And after a hectic day communing To amble again domestic for a chunk, Then visit the pub with a few actual humans, Who deal with twelve pints in an evening, Which is helping them get.
Bridge i'm attempting to imagine: this is often not anything. You’re excessive at the appeal and the drink. however the juke-box within me is enjoying a tune that claims whatever varied. And while used to be it improper? On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair i'm tempted to bypass. You’re a idiot. I don’t care. the pinnacle does its most sensible however the center is the boss – I admit it sooner than i'm midway throughout. within the Rhine Valley Die Farben der Bäume sind schön And the sky’s and the river’s blue-greys And the Burg, nearly.