Hooray, Hooray

It's an old story but my friend Anon remembers it this way:

Joseph Toy Curtis was a permanent associate professor at Yale in the divisional program "HAL"--History, Arts and Letters. He was a handsome bon vivant bachelor.

Professor Curtis had some singing friends and colleagues into his college flat for sherry on May One. One of the other profs said "Joe, it's May First, give us a poem." And Joe said:

Bless my soul, it's the first of May,
Outside boinking begins today.

I don't suppose he said boink. Just watched Robert' DeNiro's "The Good Shepherd" (link) about (inter alia) the CIA and Yale -- only a so-so movie, too long. But there's a kernal of truth in it; for a good backgrounder, go here.

Also, no poetry in the movie about boinking. Indeed, from the look of things, Matt Damon's character got laid only three times in his life, and they all ended badly.