07 March 2006

Bloody Men

Wendy Cope
[21 July 1945 - ]

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 destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there's no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While cars and taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

Wendy Cope notes: "When I wrote this, in 1987, I must already have been a bit shortsighted. Nowadays, if I'm wearing glasses, I have no difficulty in reading the destination on the buses."

| An excerpt from A Poem A Day. |

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