BACK  |  CONTENTS  |  NEXT Jenny Dissed Me (with apologies to Leigh Hunt) Jenny dissed me when we met, Tossing off some thoughtless zinger. Time may pass; I won’t forget, Nor regret the grief years bring her. Say she’s hunkless, cash-strapped, sad, Say she wishes now she’d kissed me, Say the cancer’s gotten bad— Jenny … Continue reading Stephen Kampa