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

And actually setting foot on the uninteresting moon makes the earth accidental and smaller and the universe somewhat more knowable and less interesting. Heaven and God are not up there. The moon has no more personality. Edmund Wilson — The Sixties

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