We have just been sent the Picador Book of Love Poems, and after viewing a selection of them we thought we would share one that made us smile.
by Wendy Cope
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.
This poem and many more can be found in The Picador Book of Love Poems on sale for £9.99 www.picador.com