Could Melissa McCarthy star in Broadway’s ‘Oh, Mary!’ and play about Mary Todd Lincoln?

‘Mary,’ may we please?

This year Broadway’s Lyceum Theatre resurrected a laugh-off version of President Abraham Lincoln’s long-suffering and well-oiled wife Mary Todd Lincoln. 

The short dark comedy, “Oh, Mary!,” was and is a huge hit.

One, because the created character, a drunk, is hilarious.

Two, because she acts as the beard for her theatrically gay husband Abe — and three because she was played by a he.

Comedian Cole Escola created this short playlet and it is he who enacts she.

Fall-down funny because he plays her as a be-dribbled boozer.

Understand, we’re not talking Shakespeare here.

We’re not even talking “The Odd Couple’s” Neil Simon.

Cole is in his 30s.

Went to Marymount, had zero interest in facts and knocked off this Mrs. Lincoln thing as a boozed-up alcoholic wife who really wants to be a singer.

OK, so the show’s now a hit and Cole now wants out.

To do other VIP things.

Only temporarily.

Stuff for which he’ll earn more than a shiny Lincoln penny.

Maybe he’ll even knock off an opera where he’ll play Biden who’ll sing what he knows.

This brings up his temp replacement.

She — raised on an Illinois soybean farm and since the recipient of Emmys, Golden Globe noms, two Oscar nominations — comedienne actress Melissa McCarthy.

Melissa’s seen the show repeatedly.

Loves it.

Wants to do it.

And will maybe do it until Cole comes back to lift his skirts again.

Bid’ing time

And while we’re talking about one-of-a-kind near impossibles, there’s the Middle East opinions I picked up here in the New York East.

“Ignoring Biden and the UN it is only a matter of time until Lebanon reverts back to Christian control, Lebanese army control and reversion to government normalcy. The bad guys know there’s no place to hide. The mullahs now know a secure guesthouse in Tehran can’t even protect them.”

This mom rules the ‘Night’

Continuing filmdom’s necessity for horror, blood, killings and stabbings comes Amy Adams’ new comedy.

She stars.

She produced.

It’s titled “Nightbitch.”

And what could be more loving now that we’re approaching Thanksgiving.

Amy: “It’s about a mother who decided to stay home with her son. She’s having trouble finding this new identity. Stuck twixt who she was and who she’s going to be. So she transforms into something wild. Feral.”

I mean, naturally.

OK, I can understand that.

What else would a mother do with a child.

She begins chasing things.

She turns into a dog. Nice.

What could be more suitable than for Santa to step in poop, right?

It’s released Dec. 6.

Whether this is a hit or it develops fleas, who knows.

What will she tell the herald angels?

Sit?

Stay?

Now hear this

Gisele Bündchen once said: “Modeling sucks everything out of you. I don’t want to live in a big house in LA and go to parties. I want a quiet, good life. I don’t have a big ego like older girls such as Naomi Campbell. They all have really big egos.”

And I report a report from the never wrong Internet:

“When Stevie Nicks arrives our hotel employees begin pulling down the curtains in her suite. They’re replaced with floor-to-ceiling black drapes. The belief is Ms. Nicks fancies herself a witch.”

Approaching baseball history it’s time to remember our worst money­-losing teams — the Minnesota Twins and Montreal Expos.

How financially destitute were they?

During “away games,” it’s said the players would steal bases — and keep them.

Heard maybe only in New York, kids, only in New York.