Barb contributed this gem to the current poetry thread:

> Indian Summer
>
> In youth it was the way I had
> To do my best to please
> To change with every passing lad
> To suit his theories
>
> But now I know the things I do
> And do the things I do
> And if you do not like me so
> To hell, my love, with you.
>
> -Dorothy Parker

Barb wins!

Felice