'Flowers' by Wendy Cope

Flowers

      Some men never think of it.
      You did. You’d come along

      And say you’d nearly brought me flowers

      But something had gone wrong.

     The shop was closed. Or you had doubts —

     The sort that minds like ours

     Dream up incessantly. You thought

     I might not want your flowers.

     It made me smile and hug you then.

     Now I can only smile.

     But, look, the flowers you nearly brought
     Have lasted all this while.

Wendy Cope is an English poet, born in 1945 and educated at Oxford. She has the wonderful gift of being funny & witty and heart-achingly sad at the same instant. This poem makes you smile but the last two lines are capable of somehow enabling you to understand the underlying sorrow being expressed.
She has the ability to stick a pin in the bubble of pretension. Her poems always seem to be about men and love and are usually very funny but still contain that persistant hint of melancholy.
Here's one more:

          Bloody Men

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.