Posted on 31 December, 2020 by thebestnchic Alfred, Lord Tennyson by Dorothy Parker Should Heaven send me any son, I hope he's not like Tennyson. I'd rather have him play a fiddle Than rise and bow and speak an idyll. Share this:TwitterFacebookMoreLinkedInRedditTumblrPinterestWhatsApp Related Post navigationPrevious post: Dora Sigerson ShorterNext post: A Very Short Song