Small Poems

[SmilingLez]

His empty chair waits.
Food grows cold on the table.
He will not return.

 

[VoraciousValue]

Interview​

By 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.

Love Dorothy Parker! I'm more a fan of her wisecracks.

Answering the phone "What fresh hell is this?" is one of the most hysterical lines ever.

 

[Dave2206]

Seven

Seven deadly sins arranged upon the convent floor
Seven ways to come apart and then be nevermore
Gather round dear Ladies and quite carefully choose your vice
And when it’s done we’ll see if you are sugar or are spice.