Peter Jeffrey: Three Poems
The 20s and 30s
When every Dan was dapper,
And your mama was a flapper
And her turned-down hose were silk
And she came home with the milk
After flirting with the waiters;
Everything was gas and gaiters.
The jazz music was the thing
And the singer’s name was Bing.
Beer and wine ran in the gutter,
But Bootleg fizz was simply utter,
Utter bliss, and F. Scott Fitz,
And Fred were Puttin’ on the Ritz.
But then the market lost its glitz
And it all went on the fritz.
Meanwhile in sunny Spain
More than rain fell on the plain
And then Adolf and his gang
Stopped the party with a bang;
And his Neue Ordnung
Brought on Gotterdammerung.
Peter Jeffrey
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