Thursday, 6 February 2014

The Thursday Poem

Potted Flowers with Books IV
Eric Barjot

Bloody Men

Bloody men are like bloody buses -
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches you 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.

Wendy Cope
(21st July 1945 - )

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