After Dorothy Parker

An imitation poem of Penelope by Dorothy Parker.

On the highway of the sun,
in the handshake of the breeze,
where industry and man are one,
he will buy the silver seas,
he will see the flirting wave.
I shall sit at home, still as a rock,
rise, to greet my lovers knock,
over tea, sweet words were said
until he found us there, in bed,
in the face of my husband, he was brave.