Wendy Cope: Lasso Poet

I’ve met a poet or two

While tucked under the covers

Or soaking in the tub

With bubble dreams of lovers

 

And sometimes in the park

I’ve heard them softly giggle

Or fumbling in the dark

I’ve felt their word-worms wriggle

 

But giddy-gum delight

Watch me do a jiggly jive

Upon this hum-drum night

I met a poet still alive

 

Her famous biting wit

With which she’s known to poke

Is wicked when it’s writ

But wickeder when spoke

 

Some say that she’s besotted

Her words are strung like rope

But whether straight or knotted

You’re bound to like Ms Cope

 

 

Copyright 2008

 

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