Today’s poem from the Writer’s Almanac, "Proverbial Ballade" by Wendy Cope begins
Fine words won't turn the icing pink;
A wild rose has no employees;
Who boils his socks will make them shrink;
Who catches cold is sure to sneeze.
Wendy Cope’s poems usually make me smile.
But her whimsy also casts a spell of wonder. Here are four poems of hers that you can also hear her read. I especially like "Flowers" and "The Christmas Life."