Somebody over at the center today
mentioned Virginia Mae Galloway, so I'll read this poem.
I need a little incentive.
Just mention one line, I'll read it.
I changed the name to protect the guilty.
Her name was Virginia Mae Pringle.
[LAUGHTER]
I changed it to Galloway,
"Virginia Mae Galloway."
"Loved her so much, I tossed her lunch bucket deep
into D.S. Simpson's cowlot, then hung around
to watch the heavy-bellied Jersey
nibble at the spilled and curious contents.
Later in the lunchroom, Virginia Mae Galloway
sat radiant in her suffering, a cluster of disciples
asking what, and who, and why.
Virginia Mae, circumspect and stoic,
and more lovely than a rose, nodded and answered guardedly.
Exactly what she told them, I should never know,
shall never care.
Only that precisely after school, under the bridge,
near Marvel Roderick's greenhouse,
Virginia Mae Galloway was there."
And I'll not read the Marvel Roderick poem.
You have to buy the book.