Oafie Poem by Francie Lynch

Oafie lingers before his mirror
Pointing at the slinger Dillinger,
In his black suit,
Fingering his loot,
He won't go in there.

Then Oafie dons an old coat,
Posing before his cheval,
Sharing jokes with Robert Duvall,
Who lights a smoke for Lauren Bacall,
Who say his coat fits well.

I know this may seem humorous,
But Oafie isn't left too much;
His acuity is out of touch.
But he played guitar like a harp,
Which sadly isn't that far off.

For now the famous visit often.
He dances to classic Sinatra,
Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers.
I'll visit Oafie one last time,
And slip a mirror in his coffin.