LOSS
The day he moved out was terrible -
That evening she went through hell.
His absence wasn't a problem....
But the corkscrew had gone as well.
By Wendy Cope
I had a really good laugh when I first read this poem. Such sentiment in the first two sentences to then realize it was directed to a corkscrew. Ha, ha, ha, ha; what a giggle.
If you like contemporary poetry you can take a look at this site. It will first show you Wendy's biography and you could possible go on and on....
www.contemporarywriters.com/authors/?p=auth174
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