Dicky Cory

By Frederik Pohl based on a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson. This old gem came to mind when my niece brought home the original “Richard Cory” poem.

Dicky Cory, rich as sin,
Made his fortune out of poultry-raising,
Could find no maiden to give in,
Went around with all his passions blazing,

Thought his life a total blight,
Looked on his chicken coops and sadly said,
“No girls for me!”-and, late that night,
Went home and put a pullet through his bed.

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