One Perfect Rose (Dorothy Parker)

One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker

I learned tonight that Dorothy Parker was Anerican. Funny, I'd always assumed she was British. Dunno why exactly. But I can see her wit as a smarter, cleverer Carrie Bradshaw -with all her sharp utterances about romance/and the modern age.

The poem tonight is a prime example. Romance is nice and all, but what she seems to want is pure practicality. A limo would make for a better present, no?

The poem's language also mirrors that want. No flowery poofy language here. It's very prosey.

She doesn't say that a rose is bad, per se, but she seems bored with its ubiquity and lack of pizzazz. Limos for all!

Favorite line: "One perfect limousine, do you suppose?"