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Monday, 18 October 2021

Dementia Walks into A Bar by Diane Shipley DeCillis

De men are in dementia, don’t cha see,
and should you anagram it further you’ll find
a dime for a matinee with a maiden
who isn’t a meanie. All sound better
than Alzheimer’s. Al’s Heimer. What’s
a heimer, anyway? Urban dictionary says,
a girl who plays a guy without having
any real interest in him. Poor Al. What about

jingleheimer, those annoying tunes you can’t
get out of your head? Or, dingleheimer,
a dingbat with a crusty dingleberry mustache,
like Hitler. And there’s dingledodie, Kerouac’s
word to describe those with a madness born
of passion: But then they danced down the street
like dingledodies. . .

better than dinglefoot,
that’s when you step in dog shit with bare
feet and get a case of the dinglefoot
which is what I’m doing now, stepping in it.
Because dementia is no laughing matter,
even though I’m trying to find a way for it to be.

Have you heard the one about the guy who sees
a doctor for a checkup? “I have bad news, you
have cancer and dementia.” The man
replies, “Well, at least I don’t have cancer.”


Date: 2020

By: Diane Shipley DeCillis (19??- )