A FAIRLY SAD TALE
by Dorothy Parker
I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush and roar of fire,
The sweet transparency of glass,
The tenderness of April grass,
The durability of granite;
But me- I don"t know how to plan it.
The lads I"ve met in Cupid"s deadlock
Were- shall we say?- born out of wedlock. ...