Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor

Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor

A Poem by Michael R. Burch

Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch

After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er . . . Percival Queemly.)

“Expel me! Expel me!”She flashes her eyes.

“Oh! Please! No! I couldn’t! That wouldn’t be wise,
for a great banished Shelley would tarnish my name . . .
Eek! My game will be lame if I can’t milque your fame!”

“Continue to live herecarouse as you please!”

the beleaguered don sighs as he sags to his knees.
Millay grinds her crotch half an inch from his nose:
“I can live in your hellhole, strange man, I suppose ...
but the price is your firstborn, whom I’ll sacrifice to Moloch.”
(Which explains what became of pale Percy’s son, Enoch.)

© 2020 Michael R. Burch

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Added on January 20, 2020
Last Updated on January 20, 2020
Tags: Millay, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Poet, Poets, Poetess, Muse, Vassar, College, Don, Dean, Dorm, Dormitory, Expel, Detention, Drinking, Alcohol, Sex, Carouse, Carousing