Wit

Kort och koncist skulle jag vilja sammanfatta Wendy Copes poesi på det viset. " Wit, true wit". Tänkvärt- alltid. Roligt- ibland -men inte utan en liten vass udd. På det där engelska viset. Jo, jag tycker väldigt mycket om de här dikterna. Här ett utdrag ur ännu en favorit:

Being boring (är titeln).

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 is beter today.

I'm content with the way things are going.

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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.

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Kan inte sägas bättre.