At lunchtime I bought a huge orange The size of it made us all laugh. I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave— They got quarters and I had a half. And that orange it made me so… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
The reason modern poetry is difficult is so that the poet's wife cannot understand it. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
On Waterloo Bridge where we said our goodbyes, the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes. I wipe them away with a black woolly glove And try not to notice I've fallen in love On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think: This is nothing. you're high on the charm and the drink. But the juke-box inside me is playing… — Wendy Cope Copy Share
In my case, the long gaps between my books have got quite a lot to do with lack of confidence. A lot of the… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“A Green Song (to sing at the bottle-bank) One green bottle, Drop it in the bank. Ten green bottles, What a lot we drank. Heaps of bottles And yesterday's a blank. But we'll save the planet, Tinkle, tinkle, clank! We've got bottles - Nice, percussive trash. Bags of bottles Cleaned us out of cash. Empty bottles, We love to hear… — Wendy Cope Copy Share
I used to think all poets were Byronic Mad, bad and dangerous to know. And then I met a few. See Lamb 486:25. — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
“Everybody in this room is bored. The poems drag, the voice and gestures irk. He can't be interrupted or ignored. Poor fools, we came… — Wendy Cope Copy Share Image
