You'll Be Sorry You Roped Me Into This

I’m told Wednesday is Poetry Day here in the blogosphere, and so we’re supposed to post some high-falutin’ culture to impress Those Whose Panties Are In A Bind. (Old Media, that is. Swimmin’ pools, movie stars.)

I know only one poem by heart, so for my very first Wednesday Poem, I go to Dorothy Parker.

(ahem)

I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I’m under the table,
After four I’m under my host!

Next week: Limericks from Nantucket.