“ Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up. Wendy Cope
“ Another Christmas PoemBlood Christmas, here again.Let us raise a loving cup:Peace on earth, goodwill to men,And make them do the washing-up. Wendy Cope
“ It wasn’t you, it wasn’t me,Up there, two thousand feet aboveA New York street. We’re safe and free,A little while, to live and love,Imagining what might have been –The phone-call from the blazing tow… Wendy Cope
“ Bloody men are like bloody buses —You wait for about a yearAnd as soon as one approaches your stopTwo or three others appear.You look at them flashing their indicators,Offering you a ride.You’re tryin… Wendy Cope
“ The day he moved out was terrible – That evening she went through hell.His absence wasn’t a problemBut the corkscrew had gone as well. Wendy Cope
“ Write to amuse? What an appalling suggestion! I write to make people anxious and miserable and to worsen their indigestion. Wendy Cope
“ On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes,the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.I wipe them away with a black woolly gloveAnd try not to notice I've fallen in loveOn Waterloo Bridge I am t… Wendy Cope
