"Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah, no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose."
I love Dorothy Parker. She's a master at taking your expectations and turning them completely upside down. This poem starts out sounding like an old-fashioned poem about love and how this nice little rose symbolizes the love for her. Then she contrasts with a limousine and you realize how it's just one pathetic little rose. It's great how in just this one stanza she can completely turn your perception around. That's why I love her humor. She has that vital element of surprise which is central to all comedy.