31 March, 2010

Four by Dorothy and a Pastiche for Gamze

Because my friend said she still hadn't gotten around to reading Dorothy Parker...
News Item
Men seldom make passes
at girls who wear glasses.

Indian Summer

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:
Typical Man
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."


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