Dorothy Parker

For a Favorite Granddaughter

Never love a simple lad,
 Guard against a wise,
Shun a timid youth and sad,
 Hide from haunted eyes.
 
Never hold your heart in pain
 For an evil-doer;
Never flip it down the lane
 To a gifted wooer.
 
Never love a loving son,
 Nor a sheep astray;
Gather up your skirts and run
 From a tender way.
 
Never give away a tear,
  Never toss a pine;
Should you heed my words, my dear,
 You’re no blood of mine!
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