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Wendy Cope: After the Lunch
On Waterloo Bridge, where we said our goodbyes,
the weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black woolly glove
And try not to notice I’ve fallen in love.
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On Waterloo Bridge I am trying to think:
This is nothing. You’re high on the charm and the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?
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On Waterloo Bridge with the wind in my hair
I am tempted to skip. You’re a fool. I don’t care.
The head does its best but the heart is the boss–
I admit it before I am halfway across.
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I love rhyme! I love the joy of this poem! I’m tempted to ignore the inherent dangers of osteoporotic hips and dance!
( Don’t shoot the user of too many exclamation points. Sometimes they won’t be stifled.)
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Unhindered rhyme:
Easily does the poem-cow of meaning
go about her business—
stick her head through the fence,
graze and get fed.
Sweet to read as a cow to her feed.
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Yes, Wendy Cope makes musical poems that are deceptively easy to read.
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I agree! Such fine enjambments!
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