Poems by Wendy Cope

I've been reading a collection of poems by Wendy Cope- "Two Cures for Love". They look like light reading, small poems that speak plain language, but reveal complicated lives:

Timekeeping

Late home for supper,

He mustn't seem drunk.

"The pob cluck", he begins,

And knows he is sunk.

Defining the Problem

I can't forgive you. Even if I could,

You would't pardon me for seeing through you.

And yet I cannot cure myself of love

For what I thought you were before I knew you.

Perfect.

And this is the one that made me laugh out loud-

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.

Poems that are simple the way these are, they are not easy to write. Wendy Cope does that amazingly well.