I am a poet.
 I am very fond of bananas.

 I am bananas.
 I am very fond of a poet.

 I am a poet of bananas.
 I am very fond.

 A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
 Very bananas.

 Fond of 'Am I bananas?
 Am I?'-a very poet.

 Bananas of a poet!
 Am I fond? Am I very?

 Poet bananas! I am.
 I am fond of a 'very.'

 I am of very fond bananas.
 Am I a poet?

Published in “Serious Concerns”, 1992, Faber & Faber. ——————————————————-

This was the first Wendy Cope poem I read… and it was the beginning of my discovery of how much joy there could be in poetry. I love the poem for its wonderful irreverence, spartan simplicity, and just the fact that it always makes me smile. I have no idea what she’s talking about though, so I’d appreciate an analysis by one of you.

-param

Martin adds

I’ve always loved this one too, both for the fact that, like Paramjit, it always makes me smile, and for the sheer playfulness with which Cope dances the boundary between poetry and antipoetry. It doesn’t really show off her skill as a parodist as well as some of her other poems, but it strikes a note of lightness (and, yes, unabashed silliness) that is delightful to read. I also have a fondness for this particular sort of wordplay - easy to do, but hard to do well.

— Martin