I Used To Think All Poets Were

The Reason Modern Poetry Is Difficult Is So That The Poet's Wife Cannot Understand It.

I Was Single For A Long Time And Felt Very Much Alone In The World, And Talk Of Family Values Upset Me Very Much At That Phase In My Life, Because I Used To Think: 'what About People Like Me?

Never Trust A Journalist.

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 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? 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

Some Socks Are Loners They Can't Live In Pairs.