When I was 60, I got the idea to google “he grabbed me by my slender neck.” And there they were: the words of the verse I’d heard in fifth grade with such delight that I’d pushed them into memory.

Often in the intervening half century I have recited that poem, and it was new to my audience every time. I wondered where it came from.

Through Google I saw it printed as lyrics in a collection of bawdy songs. I found no indication of who authored it. But I found mistakes. Not just variations – clear errors (why would he be “hot and warm?” the original was “nice and warm.” – so much better! intimations of Copenhagen Syndrome, as victim begins to appreciate abuser…).

I tried another, lower Google link. Now it came up as authored by “Anon” and as a poem, but presented with 7-beat lines and a few words that clashed with what I recall.

I’m sure I wrote it down. I must have, to remember it so well. Here are the words as they appear in my head:

He grabbed me by my slender neck
I could not yell or scream
He dragged me to his dingy room
Where he could not be seen

He tore away my flimsy wrap
And looked upon my form
I was so cold and damp and scared
And he was nice and warm

His feverish lips pressed close on mine
I could not make him stop
He drained me of my very self
I gave him every drop

He made me what I am today
That’s why you find me here
A broken bottle thrown away
That once was filled with beer.