clearly I have too much time on my hands

I don't know why, but I thought it would be fun to do this post in verse. Possibly because I'm reading Dorothy Parker again and there is some sort of poetry theme going on with my friend on Twitter. I can read good poetry, but I can't write it. But if you want to comment on this, please do it in verse.

Thoughts on a Boring Life

With sincere apologies to Dorothy Parker and the reader (I'm so sorry)

I want to be Dorothy Parker

And have her amazing wit,

But she had thoughts of suicide

In almost every poem she writ.

I cannot be Dorothy Parker.

My words don't sparkle or amaze.

My love affair has not gone sour,

And I don't live in an alcoholic haze.

If only I'd chosen my husband more poorly,

Or perhaps drank more to excess;

If only my parents had not lived and loved me,

I'd be much more of a success.