Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Alfred, Lord Tennyson


Should Heaven send me any son,
I hope he's not like Tennyson.
I'd rather have him play a fiddle
Than rise and bow and speak an idyll.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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