Here lies one Wendy Cope. All Rights Reserved.
Unauthorized duplication is forbidden.
The spot is most poetically turved -
OK, the word just came to me unbidden -
Her body rests in peace, but I’ve observed
Her works are splashed across the World-Wide Midden.
Now, I’m not one to bully or to hector,
But fair is fair for poems, songs or lieder,
And cop(e)yright should still, though late, protect her
From every body-snatching little bleeder;
For poetry is sweet, but cash is nectar,
So pay up, matey, if you want to read her.
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