Friday, September 22, 2006

Poetry Friday - Dorothy Parker


The ladies men admire, I've heard,
Would shudder at a wicked word.
Their candle gives a single light;
They'd rather stay at home at night.
They do not keep awake till three,
Nor read erotic poetry.
They never sanction the impure,
Nor recognize an overture.
They shrink from powders and from paints ...
So far, I've had no complaints.


Bardiac said...

Wow, great minds think alike! (or something...)

phd me said...

What a great poem! I can't believe I've never read this one before. (Alas, my knowledge of Dorothy Parker is much less than it should be.)

Cats & Dogma said...

Really, Dr. C. Who's gonna complain?

Q said...

My favorite Dorothy Parker poem is "A Letter from Lesbia," but I'll have to make a note of this one too.