Dorothy Parker’s Been Stood Up!

The caviar was getting warm.
I ate it all with the champagne.
My boy’s all man, and typical
Of all the lunks who’ve caused me pain.

This one believes love’s cock and bull.
But no, it’s real, and apt to harm.
Try telling that to someone full
Of oats and not long off the farm.

You’ll end up crying in the rain.
But, then again, he’ll wrap his arm
Around your neck and rub your skull
And with his free hand drink champagne

Who asked you, one wild night, What’s caviar?
And you fell hard and fast. Now here you are.



A Father’s Watch

I’ve so little left from you:
A cotton shirt that you outgrew;
A dozen fountain pens; two
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