Today I found a new poet I like. No, scratch that, I found a new poet I adore, I worship, I fall down at her feet in adoration. If poetry was sex, this lady would be my Aphrodite. Which is to say, I really like what I've read so far.
Her name is Wendy Cope, and here's a couple of her poems.
Some people like sex more than others - You seem to like it a lot.
There's nothing wrong with being innocent or high minded.
But I'm glad you're not.
Here's another.
The Uncertainty of the Poet
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.
A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.
Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
Is she not nifty?