Should Heaven send me any son,
I hope he's not like Tennyson.
I'd rather have him play a fiddle
Than rise and bow and speak an idyll.

(C) Dorothy Parker
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Dorothy Parker

• A Well-worn Story
• Indian Summer
• Comment
• Paths
• Autumn Valentine
• Condolence
• Solace
• Men
• Sight
• Salomes Dancing-lesson
• Fair Weather
• The Leal
• Epitaph
• The Choice
• A Pigs-eye View Of Literature
• A Portrait
• The Ladys Reward
• Autobiography
• Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom
• August
• Inventory