Two Cures for Love
–Wendy Cope
- Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
- The easy way: get to know him better.
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defining the problem
Defining the Problem
–Wendy CopeI can’t forgive you. Even if I could,
You wouldn’t pardon me for seeing through you.
And yet I cannot cure myself of love
For what I thought you were before I knew you.
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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 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.