Minerva JonesI am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,And all the more when “Butch” WeldyCaptured me after a brutal hunt.He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.Will some one go to the village newspaper,And gather into a book the verses I wrote?—I thirsted so for loveI hungered so for life!
I am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,And all the more when “Butch” WeldyCaptured me after a brutal hunt.He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;And I sank into death, growing numb from the feet up,Like one stepping deeper and deeper into a stream of ice.Will some one go to the village newspaper,And gather into a book the verses I wrote?—I thirsted so for loveI hungered so for life!