Witterings

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 and pine;
Should you heed my words, my dear,
    You're no blood of mine!

--Dorothy Parker