DP's have a lot in common, tis true.
I am not well read....
But I did happen to have in my little treasure trove of poems saved to my oh so hard drive, this Dorothy Parker poem, which I now shall share....
Just try and stop me...
I dare
I dare
(I always go for the obvious rhyme scheme because it's obvious)
On with the poem....
A Certain Lady
by Dorothy Parker
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
When you rehearse your list of loves to me,
Oh, I can laugh and marvel, rapturous-eyed.
And you laugh back, nor can you ever see
The thusand little deaths my heart has died.
And you believe, so well I know my part,
That I am gay as morning, light as snow,
And all the straining things within my heart
You'll never know.
Oh, I can laugh and listen, when we meet,
And you bring tales of fresh adventurings, --
Of ladies delicately indiscreet,
Of lingering hands, and gently whispered things.
And you are pleased with me, and strive anew
To sing me sagas of your late delights.
Thus do you want me -- marveling, gay, and true,
Nor do you see my staring eyes of nights.
And when, in search of novelty, you stray,
Oh, I can kiss you blithely as you go ...
And what goes on, my love, while you're away,
You'll never know.
Of course this is not meant to be an example of what Doreen meant I sounded like
perish the thought.....
I merely love this poem and wanted to share it.
But I would like to think that I have the ever so slightest wisp of her wit...
I would like to think that...
Unfortunately my humble nature won't allow it.