A Perfect Host Poem by robert dickerson

Larry wants everyone to dance to his tune
quite alright-most do; At his parties,
moreover, he's a perfect host
offering excellent pate on silver salvers. Fine.
Yet this tune-or its tone, rather-
caviling, nasally, three notes at most-
Tchaikovsky it is not: a little dull, officious,
lacking levity, perhaps, sharps, flats, accidental
accidentals-in all, a bit predictable.
But I am a perfect guest and admire good pate
He will never hear it from me.
If you want to know what I mean, call him up
some day after listening to the Serenade-
Maybe a perfect host has to be that way