by Bodwyn Wook
Here is a poem by Dorothy Parker, and submitted to our attention by regular reader of Bodwyn Wook, Mr Judson Andersen:
If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;
Or if I had some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
people whom I do not love.
But I have no lethal weapon —
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they are still quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in Hell.
[Emmett R Smith
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[1 April 2008]