Because my friend said she still hadn't gotten around to reading Dorothy Parker...
Men seldom make passes
at girls who wear glasses.
Song of Perfect Propriety
Chant for Dark Hours
And a Dorothy Parker pastiche I whipped up in barroom on-the-spot poetry challenge years ago:
A typical man I met on the street today
asked me,"What do you do for your pay?"
"A writer," said I.
And like a sock in the eye,
he said, "Oh, my dear, what a shame."