Ever wonder what would happen if the Poet Laureate of West Virginia didn’t like you? Stubby didn’t have to guess. He knew…

HE’S LOOSE AGAIN
Out of Bluefield comes a rumble
Words are flying in a jumble
Over hill and dale like showers of winter rain;
They are senseless, they are sappy
And they make no sports fan happy
Stubby Currence prattles foolishly again

Copyright By Roy Lee Harmon, Beckley Post-Herald April 16, 1937

~Melissa