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Two Cures for Love: Selected Poems 1979–2006
The idea for this selection grew out of Wendy Cope's performances and encounters with audiences – in schools and at readings – and her sense that it might be useful for readers to have an edition which identifies the ingredients of the poems: their parodies and allusions, their rich variety of verse forms (ballades, villanelles, triolets, couplets . . .), together with the contexts and occasions of her poetry.
The result is a sparkling miscellany, bringing together for the first time the best of Cope, in a wholly new arrangement which attends to the inner story rather than the external chronology of publication. The notes identify dates of composition, nonetheless, so that readers can gain a sense of the progress and development of her work.
Drawing on Wendy Cope's three published collections to date, Two Cures for Love also includes previously uncollected poems, both old and new.
The result is a sparkling miscellany, bringing together for the first time the best of Cope, in a wholly new arrangement which attends to the inner story rather than the external chronology of publication. The notes identify dates of composition, nonetheless, so that readers can gain a sense of the progress and development of her work.
Drawing on Wendy Cope's three published collections to date, Two Cures for Love also includes previously uncollected poems, both old and new.
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First published June 5, 2008
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About the author
Wendy Cope
63 books415 followersWendy Cope was educated at Farringtons School, Chislehurst, London and then, after finishing university at St Hilda's College, Oxford, she worked for 15 years as a primary school teacher in London.
In 1981, she became Arts and Reviews editor for the Inner London Education Authority magazine, 'Contact'. Five years later she became a freelance writer and was a television critic for 'The Spectator magazine' until 1990.
Her first published work 'Across the City' was in a limited edition, published by the Priapus Press in 1980 and her first commercial book of poetry was 'Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis' in 1986. Since then she has published two further books of poetry and has edited various anthologies of comic verse.
In 1987 she received a Cholmondeley Award for poetry and in 1995 the American Academy of Arts and Letters Michael Braude Award for light verse. In 2007 she was one of the judges for the Man Booker Prize.
In 1998 she was the BBC Radio 4 listeners' choice to succeed Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate and when Andrew Motion's term of office ended in 2009 she was once again considered as a replacement.
She was awarded the OBE in the Queen's 2010 Birthday Honours List.
Gerry Wolstenholme
February 2011
In 1981, she became Arts and Reviews editor for the Inner London Education Authority magazine, 'Contact'. Five years later she became a freelance writer and was a television critic for 'The Spectator magazine' until 1990.
Her first published work 'Across the City' was in a limited edition, published by the Priapus Press in 1980 and her first commercial book of poetry was 'Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis' in 1986. Since then she has published two further books of poetry and has edited various anthologies of comic verse.
In 1987 she received a Cholmondeley Award for poetry and in 1995 the American Academy of Arts and Letters Michael Braude Award for light verse. In 2007 she was one of the judges for the Man Booker Prize.
In 1998 she was the BBC Radio 4 listeners' choice to succeed Ted Hughes as Poet Laureate and when Andrew Motion's term of office ended in 2009 she was once again considered as a replacement.
She was awarded the OBE in the Queen's 2010 Birthday Honours List.
Gerry Wolstenholme
February 2011
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June 27, 2020
Another one sitting on my Currently Reading for about 6 months! I lent it to someone pre-lockdown and it's never come back. I did, however, read through most of it before lending. Many of the poems I recognised from her earlier collections - "Serious Concerns", "Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis". The really nice thing about this collection is that - Cope writes a fun introduction - about how she has become a favourite in Secondary schools in the UK - her poetry is on the GCSE curriculum. She points out how a particular analysis of one of her poems was taught to an English class, and when she was asked for her comments - she said the analysis was completely wrong. Some students insisted that it had a particular meaning and Cope insisted that as the AUTHOR of said poem: 'No, I did not have that idea about it at the time of writing.' - Oh I want my book back so that I can quote her.
Anyway point being - it's interesting to see how much The Reader puts in/takes away from the printed word. It's been studied in Reader Response Theory, and my own particular re-reading of an Alice Munro book currently, really seems to highlight that there is this GAP between the word and what happens to the word in the reader's mind.
Back to Cope - love her. She makes a point - doesn't sweat it - so much fun.
Two Cures for Love
1 - Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter.
2 - The easy way. Get to know him better.
She also comments on most of the poems - explaining for example where they were written or sometimes in response to which situation.
Kindness to Animals
This poem was commissioned by the editor of The Orange Dove of Fiji, an anthology for the benefit of the World Wide Fund for Nature. It was rejected as unsuitable.
If I went vegetarian
And didn't eat lambs for dinner,
I think I'd be a better person
And also thinner.
But the lamb is not endangered
And at least I can truthfully say
I have never, ever eaten a barn owl,
So perhaps I am OK.
I like the way - she pinpoints how - everyone loves a soapbox - perhaps this could explain the plethora of online platforms we have today.
Anyway point being - it's interesting to see how much The Reader puts in/takes away from the printed word. It's been studied in Reader Response Theory, and my own particular re-reading of an Alice Munro book currently, really seems to highlight that there is this GAP between the word and what happens to the word in the reader's mind.
Back to Cope - love her. She makes a point - doesn't sweat it - so much fun.
Two Cures for Love
1 - Don't see him. Don't phone or write a letter.
2 - The easy way. Get to know him better.
She also comments on most of the poems - explaining for example where they were written or sometimes in response to which situation.
Kindness to Animals
This poem was commissioned by the editor of The Orange Dove of Fiji, an anthology for the benefit of the World Wide Fund for Nature. It was rejected as unsuitable.
If I went vegetarian
And didn't eat lambs for dinner,
I think I'd be a better person
And also thinner.
But the lamb is not endangered
And at least I can truthfully say
I have never, ever eaten a barn owl,
So perhaps I am OK.
I like the way - she pinpoints how - everyone loves a soapbox - perhaps this could explain the plethora of online platforms we have today.
May 14, 2021
I decided to acquire this book after seeing the poems "The Orange" and "After the Lunch" shared by someone on Instagram. Both poems were new to me, and I was surprised by the emotional wallop they both packed, especially when contrasted with their use of an amphibrachic/anapestic meter that is rarely seen in all except the lightest of "light" verse, being a meter that is liable to coming across as chatty and wordy rather than rich with condensed feeling. I was intrigued, wanting to learn more about the emotional possibilities of this meter and of non-iambic meters in general.
In one of the poems in this volume of selected verse, Cope voices admiration for the poet A.E. Housman. Until I read this poem, I hadn't thought about Housman for months, but I stopped now to think about him -- in particular, my mind drifted to my all-time favorite Housman poem, "Is My Team Ploughing?", which I first encountered in an anthology of greats as a child. That Housman poem contains all the qualities I love best in poetry: formal grace, spareness, wit, surprise, earthiness, subtlety, emotional intensity, and wisdom, by which I mean here a proportionate understanding of the complementary powers of mortality and cyclicity as they exist in nature. And I see all these qualities to varying extents in Cope's poetry as well.
Most of the poems in this collection would be considered light verse: the playful Cope is game for any game, whether those "games" be established verse forms (haiku, limericks, sonnets, villanelles, triolets, pantoums, ballades, rondeaux redoubles) or games without names, as when she scrambles the words in a couplet over and over in the surrealist-flavored "The Uncertainty of the Poet" ("I am a poet. / I am very fond of bananas.... / A fond poet of 'I am, I am' -- / Very bananas..."). Far from hermetic or fussy, the poems make voracious use of all kinds of sources, some prompted by looking at an artwork, some by circling an odd phrase in a newspaper, some by accepting a challenge or a commission or entering a themed poetry contest, some by just reflecting on a passing moment in a seemingly ordinary day. Many are pitch-perfect parodies of British poets old and less old (although this does not mean they are unable to stand perfectly well on their own, as the classic "The Lavatory Attendant," with its startlingly fresh metaphors, well does). But regardless of their inciting conditions and regardless of whether she is writing in meter, free verse, or prose poetry, I am most struck by Cope's ability to invest even very small poems with an unexpected emotional and philosophical heft. Much light verse out there is characterized by an impersonality that can feel rather sterile, but Cope brings an authentic psychological specificity and a personal -- at times even intimate and vulnerable -- savor to hers. Poems like "Tich Miller," "Names," "On Finding an Old Photograph," and "Spared" (a 9/11 poem) can bring you to the point of tears.
In one of the poems in this volume of selected verse, Cope voices admiration for the poet A.E. Housman. Until I read this poem, I hadn't thought about Housman for months, but I stopped now to think about him -- in particular, my mind drifted to my all-time favorite Housman poem, "Is My Team Ploughing?", which I first encountered in an anthology of greats as a child. That Housman poem contains all the qualities I love best in poetry: formal grace, spareness, wit, surprise, earthiness, subtlety, emotional intensity, and wisdom, by which I mean here a proportionate understanding of the complementary powers of mortality and cyclicity as they exist in nature. And I see all these qualities to varying extents in Cope's poetry as well.
Most of the poems in this collection would be considered light verse: the playful Cope is game for any game, whether those "games" be established verse forms (haiku, limericks, sonnets, villanelles, triolets, pantoums, ballades, rondeaux redoubles) or games without names, as when she scrambles the words in a couplet over and over in the surrealist-flavored "The Uncertainty of the Poet" ("I am a poet. / I am very fond of bananas.... / A fond poet of 'I am, I am' -- / Very bananas..."). Far from hermetic or fussy, the poems make voracious use of all kinds of sources, some prompted by looking at an artwork, some by circling an odd phrase in a newspaper, some by accepting a challenge or a commission or entering a themed poetry contest, some by just reflecting on a passing moment in a seemingly ordinary day. Many are pitch-perfect parodies of British poets old and less old (although this does not mean they are unable to stand perfectly well on their own, as the classic "The Lavatory Attendant," with its startlingly fresh metaphors, well does). But regardless of their inciting conditions and regardless of whether she is writing in meter, free verse, or prose poetry, I am most struck by Cope's ability to invest even very small poems with an unexpected emotional and philosophical heft. Much light verse out there is characterized by an impersonality that can feel rather sterile, but Cope brings an authentic psychological specificity and a personal -- at times even intimate and vulnerable -- savor to hers. Poems like "Tich Miller," "Names," "On Finding an Old Photograph," and "Spared" (a 9/11 poem) can bring you to the point of tears.
December 23, 2018
Poetry collections can be a real hit or miss for me. This one landed fairly in the middle. At times it teetered into the 3.5 star category, but by the end of it I felt satisfied with 3. I think the main issue I took from this was that Wendy Cope likes to write poems in the style of other poets and parody them - not a problem in itself, but if you are not well-versed (excuse the pun) in that poet's work/style, it'll probably pass you by. That was my experience anyway. Saying all that though, there are a lot of poems in here that I marked with my annotating pen as great, ones to come back to. I liked Cope's dry wit, reminiscent of some of Dorothy Parker's work both in the style of humour and the tendency towards rhyming. Some of my favourites were Bloody Men, Being Boring, Exchange of Letters, and An Attempt at Unrhymed Verse (amongst others). Definitely worth a read if you like light, funny, rhyming poetry that doesn't take itself too seriously.
June 23, 2014
I think I would enjoy Wendy Cope's poems waaaay more if I am more aware of the poets (or some other famous people) and their styles that she parodies, since a large portion of her poems are parodies. But those that I can fully appreciate and the poems that aren't generally parodies are enjoyable and interesting poems!
February 15, 2022
”When they ask me, ‘Who’s your favourite poet?’
I’d better not mention you,
Though you certainly are my favourite poet
And I like your poems too.”
I love Wendy Cope. This little collection is a great companion.
I’d better not mention you,
Though you certainly are my favourite poet
And I like your poems too.”
I love Wendy Cope. This little collection is a great companion.
October 31, 2011
I've read this while taking a long hot bath on an ordinary Monday. Today - 31st October 2011. This book made my day today.
"My heart has made up its mind
And I'm afraid it's you"
"My heart has made up its mind
And I'm afraid it's you"
January 21, 2023
Silly and really very good
April 7, 2023
The most wholesome, sweet, and lovely poetry collection I’ve ever read, it just appreciates the little things in life in simple and gorgeous language :)
March 8, 2024
If a poet can write poems on the absolute mundane things of life (with the right rhythm, no less), know you’ve struck gold. This is Wendy Cope’s forte.
June 7, 2024
Such simple and happy poetry. God I wish I could write like Wendy Cope.
Poetry books often scare me, even as an English grad. The whole genre just looks to me like some secretive club I could never understand or be a part of, or am never clever enough to 'get'. And then poets like Wendy Cope remind me that poetry can just be ever so simple, and wonderful, and just be lovely thoughts distilled into beautifully crafted sentences.
Wendy Cope, at least for me, is most known for her rather happy poem 'The Orange', and I was all very happy to find so many more poems just like it in this collection. She just gets how to capture little happy thoughts, and it's a joy to read. It's the sort of smile-to-yourself poetry that gives you the same warm feeling as a random act of kindness from a friend or stranger might bring.
Are all her poems like this? No, sadly not. But trundling through this short book of poems was like picking sweet treats out of a box of chocolates. And I felt like *such* a refined and distinguished man reading a book of poetry in oublic, but not just because I was reading them, but understanding and enjoying them.
Poetry books often scare me, even as an English grad. The whole genre just looks to me like some secretive club I could never understand or be a part of, or am never clever enough to 'get'. And then poets like Wendy Cope remind me that poetry can just be ever so simple, and wonderful, and just be lovely thoughts distilled into beautifully crafted sentences.
Wendy Cope, at least for me, is most known for her rather happy poem 'The Orange', and I was all very happy to find so many more poems just like it in this collection. She just gets how to capture little happy thoughts, and it's a joy to read. It's the sort of smile-to-yourself poetry that gives you the same warm feeling as a random act of kindness from a friend or stranger might bring.
Are all her poems like this? No, sadly not. But trundling through this short book of poems was like picking sweet treats out of a box of chocolates. And I felt like *such* a refined and distinguished man reading a book of poetry in oublic, but not just because I was reading them, but understanding and enjoying them.
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January 3, 2023oh no! I’ve run out of Wendy Cope poems… must find more Wendy Cope poems
June 29, 2024
I held off a bit on reading this one since I read her first three books quickly, and it was so nice to return to the world of Wendy Cope's poetry. The notes at the back are where it's at - poetry structure notes mixed with background on the people and places in the poems! Do not skip this part!!
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July 2, 2021I understood a few of the poems so I guess that's a good sign
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May 31, 2022me han gustado mucho el poema del padre el de las flores y el de las naranjas <3 el resto me han dejado bastante indiferente aunque me gusta cómo wendy cope concibe la poesía como si fuera un juego y como si fuera una canción y como si fuera en fin algo cotidiano :) soy consciente de que lo habría disfrutado más si el inglés fuera mi lengua materna pero no es el caso... de todas formas y aunque el libro como tal me haya parecido un poco dececepcionante en su conjunto me quedo con una sensación casi agradable al terminarlo porque a partir de ahora cuando piense en wendy cope pensaré en la pereza pasándome el poema de las naranjas hace un año y pensaré también en el poema de las flores y en todas las veces que no he comprado flores por miedo a que se marchitaran antes siquiera de poder dárselas a alguien y pensaré también en todas las veces que me llevo mandarinas en la totebag con la esperanza de que cuando digo alguien quiere alguno de estos gajos alguien diga sí porque ya lo dijo lorde y también lo dijo wendy cope : you buy me orange juice / i love you i'm glad you exist <3
May 5, 2024
many of the poems i read today
were also in the orange, but that’s okay
because i liked most of the poems i read
and many are still going through my head.
if i had wendy cope to evening tea,
i’d ask her how she rhymes so easily.
and if she told me poet-ing is hard
i’d cry myself to sleep
were also in the orange, but that’s okay
because i liked most of the poems i read
and many are still going through my head.
if i had wendy cope to evening tea,
i’d ask her how she rhymes so easily.
and if she told me poet-ing is hard
i’d cry myself to sleep
June 2, 2024
very charming little collection given to me by my mum thank you mum. why did goodreads just make me do a captcha to post this.
these are the two cures for love btw --
"two cures for love
1. don't see him. don't phone or write a letter.
2. the easy way: get to know him better."
these are the two cures for love btw --
"two cures for love
1. don't see him. don't phone or write a letter.
2. the easy way: get to know him better."
March 29, 2025
„Your beauty and my name will be forgotten -
My love is true, but all my verse is rotten.“
My love is true, but all my verse is rotten.“
May 17, 2025
Devoured this ! Gorgeous collection chosen for me by a gorgeous friend. So many funny ones. Have allowed myself to dog ear a book for once so I can easily find the funny ones again
March 28, 2022
(Hope you enjoy the review Grace)
I got this book with a free £10 from my Waterstones loyalty card so the fact I didn't pay for it is a good beginning. I have loved "The Orange" for a long time so I thought I should read some more Wendy Cope poems ("The Orange" is still the best though). Also I read "On a Train" whilst I was on a train so that was fun.
I got this book with a free £10 from my Waterstones loyalty card so the fact I didn't pay for it is a good beginning. I have loved "The Orange" for a long time so I thought I should read some more Wendy Cope poems ("The Orange" is still the best though). Also I read "On a Train" whilst I was on a train so that was fun.
July 19, 2015
It's really impossible to say you've finished reading a poetry book because let's face it, you never finish :-). Especially one as witty, funny, moving and smart as Wendy Cope's collection.
December 29, 2019
I could read Wendy's poems a thousand times and never get bored of them.
February 25, 2020
some of my favourite poems, especially After the Lunch and The Orange! Also always nice to challenge myself to read a whole book of poems and not just the ones i like over and over
July 15, 2023
"The movie in my mind is blue—
As June runs into warm July
I think of little else but you."
A mixed bag. Her earlier poems about slow living, the oranges and the boring life we all long for, those were my faves. Towards the end, she kinda lost me or I kinda lost her.
faves:
- From June to December
- Valentine
- Seeing You
- The Orange (duh)
- After the Lunch
- Two Cures for Love
- On a Train
- Being Boring (I want this for my life)
Being Boring
'May you live in interesting times.' Chinese curse
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
As June runs into warm July
I think of little else but you."
A mixed bag. Her earlier poems about slow living, the oranges and the boring life we all long for, those were my faves. Towards the end, she kinda lost me or I kinda lost her.
faves:
- From June to December
- Valentine
- Seeing You
- The Orange (duh)
- After the Lunch
- Two Cures for Love
- On a Train
- Being Boring (I want this for my life)
Being Boring
'May you live in interesting times.' Chinese curse
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.
There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion - I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last.
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.
I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.
August 2, 2023
the poems i liked were mostly from serious concerns so i'd just read that instead. did like the following (that were from other collections) though -
If I Don’t Know
If I don’t know how to be thankful enough
for the clusters of white blossom
on our mock orange, which has grown tall
and graceful, come into its own
like a new star just out of ballet school,
and if I don’t know what to do
about those spires of sky-blue delphinium,
then what about the way they look together?
And what about the roses, or just one of them –
that solid pinky-peachy bloom
that hollows towards its heart? Outrageous.
I could crush it to bits.
A photograph? A dance to summer?
I sit on the swing and cry.”
“The rose. The gardenful. The evening light.
It’s nine o’clock and I can still see everything.
Tulips
Months ago I dreamed of a tulip garden,
Planted, waited, watched for their first appearance,
Saw them bud, saw greenness give way to colours,
Just as I’d planned them.
Every day I wonder how long they’ll be here.
Sad and fearing sadness as I admire them,
Knowing I must lose them, I almost wish them
Gone by tomorrow.
Haiku
A perfect white wine
is sharp, sweet and cold as this:
birdsong in winter
If I Don’t Know
If I don’t know how to be thankful enough
for the clusters of white blossom
on our mock orange, which has grown tall
and graceful, come into its own
like a new star just out of ballet school,
and if I don’t know what to do
about those spires of sky-blue delphinium,
then what about the way they look together?
And what about the roses, or just one of them –
that solid pinky-peachy bloom
that hollows towards its heart? Outrageous.
I could crush it to bits.
A photograph? A dance to summer?
I sit on the swing and cry.”
“The rose. The gardenful. The evening light.
It’s nine o’clock and I can still see everything.
Tulips
Months ago I dreamed of a tulip garden,
Planted, waited, watched for their first appearance,
Saw them bud, saw greenness give way to colours,
Just as I’d planned them.
Every day I wonder how long they’ll be here.
Sad and fearing sadness as I admire them,
Knowing I must lose them, I almost wish them
Gone by tomorrow.
Haiku
A perfect white wine
is sharp, sweet and cold as this:
birdsong in winter
April 28, 2024
If you haven’t read it this is the eponymous poem: (two cures for love:)
1. Don’t see him. Don’t call or write a letter
2. The easy way: get to know him better
Brilliant!!!!! I also love the one about the lavatory attendant, i can’t write the whole thing out here but the opening line is ‘his body is an S that wants to be a minus sign’ which is also so Brilliant. It’s a very satisfying sibilant poem, something about the ‘clank and gurgle of canescent cisterns’ in there - just gorgeous. What a genius!
This one also has the orange in it which is my favourite poem of all time - I love you, I’m glad I exist! How lovely!
1. Don’t see him. Don’t call or write a letter
2. The easy way: get to know him better
Brilliant!!!!! I also love the one about the lavatory attendant, i can’t write the whole thing out here but the opening line is ‘his body is an S that wants to be a minus sign’ which is also so Brilliant. It’s a very satisfying sibilant poem, something about the ‘clank and gurgle of canescent cisterns’ in there - just gorgeous. What a genius!
This one also has the orange in it which is my favourite poem of all time - I love you, I’m glad I exist! How lovely!
June 14, 2018
One of my favourite book-based memories occurred during the reading of this one, in which I was perched on the window ledge/sill of my hotel room overlooking a night-time Paddington and delighting in this collection of poems. And it was during a poem called "Valentine" that I had a nice epiphany about my own heart, confirmed by a re-read of "After the Lunch."
...the jukebox inside me is playing a song.
...the jukebox inside me is playing a song.
April 26, 2022
If I’m being honest, most of the poems in this book weren’t really my taste in terms of style. However… there were still some poems that really spoke to me and that I thought were beautifully written. Not only that but Wendy Cope is super skilled in writing witty and really funny poems that made me laugh out loud. I think I would like to read more of her work even if this specific poetry book wasn’t my favourite.
May 25, 2023
I read 'The Orange' by Wendy Cope,
On poetry pages of Instagram.
I found her poem pretty dope.
I passed it along to friends and fam.
I read a bunch more of Wendy Cope,
In this oeuvre I bought online.
Her verse, her rhyme had no fancy trope,
I found her work quite sublime.
I set out to review Wendy Cope,
In a scheme like hers, the same design.
To imitate, not mimic was my best hope,
So I guess this ought to be just fine.
On poetry pages of Instagram.
I found her poem pretty dope.
I passed it along to friends and fam.
I read a bunch more of Wendy Cope,
In this oeuvre I bought online.
Her verse, her rhyme had no fancy trope,
I found her work quite sublime.
I set out to review Wendy Cope,
In a scheme like hers, the same design.
To imitate, not mimic was my best hope,
So I guess this ought to be just fine.
July 10, 2023
extra special :)
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