Bloody men
de Wendy Cope(2008)
1 min lectură
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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.
You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You\'re trying to read the destinations,
You haven\'t much time to decide.
If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you\'ll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.