Writers

The leaves are red and gold,
the weather's good in Central Park,
the Pumpkin Spice Latte is divine,
I'm feeling good, I'm fine, old pal.

I like your story a lot,
you're a writer, old thing, full stop;
Like Mohito, you know how
to take a line for a walk.

I like big dogs, not little yaps
Labradors and German Alsations,
I'd say, you're another Dodie Smith,
the gal who wrote 101 Dalmations.

These days, I'm wearing hats,
Homburg to Newsboy Cap,
I've got a shed where I write
next to the Cabbage Patch.