About the poet
Wendy Cope (b. 1945) is a poet whose witty lyrics and pitch-perfect parodies have gained her a...
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, look, the flowers you nearly brought
Have lasted all this while.
From Serious Concerns (Faber and Faber, 1992), copyright © Wendy Cope 1992, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
Wendy Cope reading her poems