Possibly I've Become Less Funny As I've

I've Said What I'm Prepared To Say In My Poems, And Then Journalists Think That You're Going To Tell Them A Whole Lot More.

At Lunchtime I Bought A Huge Orange The Size Of It Made Us All Laugh. I Peeled It And Shared It With Robert And Dave— They Got Quarters And I Had A Half. And That Orange It Made Me So Happy, As Ordinary Things Often Do Just Lately. The Shopping. A Walk In The Park This Is Peace And Contentment. It's New. The Rest Of The Day Was Quite Easy. I Did All My Jobs On My List And Enjoyed Them And Had Some Time Over. I Love You. I'm Glad I Exist.

Bloody Men Are Like Bloody Buses - You Wait For About A Year And As Soon As One Approaches Your Stop Two Or Three Others Appear.

The Interesting Thing Is That You Don't Often Meet A Poet Who Doesn't Have A Sense Of Humour, And Some Of Them Do Keep It Out Of Their Poems Because They're Afraid Of Being Seen As Light Versifiers.

I Have A Theory That If You've Got The Kind Of Parents Who Want To Send You To Boarding School, You're Probably Better Off At Boarding School.