In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

(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
• Fair Weather
• The Leal
• Epitaph
• The Choice
• A Pigs-eye View Of Literature
• A Portrait
• Autobiography
• Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom
• August
• Inventory