Ode to Dottie
Would you consider me in dementia,
for thinking you a mentor in absentia?
Dottie, I love your sword-sharp wit,
that made you an overwhelming hit
at the famed table of Algonquin.
You really gave the guys a bonkin’
with books of carefully crafted verse.
I can’t do better; my rhymes are worse.
Tell me, my dear, can you hear me laugh
when I read about some ancient gaffe?