Long live Dorothy
Parker, the wittiest one
Of her generation.
(I felt like a bit more privacy from now on)
(Oh, bummer Clary! I like seeing your sun-shiney smiling face, but I understand. - New av- looks like you're trying to hypnotize us!)
; )
Not feeling very haiku-inspired just now.
I'm not feeling haikuy either
and yet we must continue on...
Of her generation
she was the brightest and best.
But, just who was she?
<sigh>
i suppose....
But just who was she?
Just who did she think she was?
Thinking she's someone
That's the spirit, chai!
Thinking she's someone,
she backed up her bags in search
of real adventure.
Of real adventure
She was inclined to speak, as
She was an expert.
She was an expert
Had been down that road before
And taken wrong turns
And taken wrong turns
In her driving test, so she
Failed for the third time.
Failed for the third time:
Gun, noose, poison didn't work
Might as well live on.
Might as well live on
chocolates and true romance
as cauliflower.
As cauliflower
Gives rise to excess gases,
Best stick to chocolate.
Best stick to chocolate.
What better to be stuck to?
Caramel, fudge, ... No!
Caramel, fudge? No,
These sugary treats will kill
You with their sweetness.
You, with their sweetness
a deadly combination.
My heart is now yours.
My heart is now yours
Dear, even if my head has
Some reservations.
Some reservations
have been made for dinner.
You're taking me out!
You're taking me out?
How charming! Time we had a
Little tête-à-tête.
Little tête-à-tête
for the dollies to sit on;
Isn't it charming?
Isn't it charming,
The river, the candlelight
And the Chardonnay?
