Linda Hepner

Freshman - 892 Points (London)

Mrs. Hedy Lot As Dorothy Parker - Poem by Linda Hepner

Gone is the cover,
gone is the cave,
spy planes all hover
over the knave,

be they all writers,
be she a slave,
gone the late nighters
into their grave.

Swinging her necklace,
twisting her hips,
quipping and reckless
while Ben Jonson quips:

Drink to me only
with your black eyes,
in Charleston lonely
Lot sits with the flies

and dreams of the Easy
where girls speak in verse,
and salt margaritas
and empty his purse,

and dance on the table
while home on her plot
her pal Cain kills Abel
and salts Mrs. Lot.

Now they are diminished,
the fools and the wise,
the daughters are finished,
the patriots, spies,

professors and poets
the pearls and the swine,
the seas and the Moets,
Tequilas and wine.

LRH
4.24.06

Inspired by GWH's Salacious


Comments about Mrs. Hedy Lot As Dorothy Parker by Linda Hepner

  • (5/10/2006 9:02:00 AM)


    This is simply marvelous, Linda. It is sophisticated, humorous lines mixed with biblical allusions, and yes, Dorothy Parker's wit. Thanks for this one.

    Raynette
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  • (4/25/2006 9:06:00 AM)


    Oh, this tips and tumbles from start to finish, dragging the leader along with it!
    I have to say, though, Lind, I prefer longer lines. (I'd swap all my writing for yours in an eye-blink though!)
    Love,
    Gina.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 26, 2006


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