I Used To Think All

I Think It's A Question Which Particularly Arises Over Women Writers: Whether It's Better To Have A Happy Life Or A Good Supply Of Tragic Plots.

Bloody Christmas, Here Again, Let Us Raise A Loving Cup, Peace On Earth, Goodwill To Men, And Make Them Do The Washing Up.

My Heart Has Made Its Mind Up And I'm Afraid It's You.

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

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