دارم اشعار Wendy Cope رو می خونم. طبع شوخی داره و اشعارش هم خیلی بامزه و جالب هستند. من رو یاد شوخی ها و کل انداختنامون با محمد و کتی می ندازه. دلم نیمود که شما رو در این تجربه سهیم نکنم.

Bloody Men

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 is no turning back.
Jump off, and you’ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

-> WENDY COPE 1945