It was the 20's
Red-hot mamas
Scornful papas
Dance-hall flappers--
Some dressed to kill
As some were gangsters'molls
Dancing to didis
No time to be still

Pearls hanging so low
Feathers pranching everywhere

Shots rang out
Oh, someone dead?
Who's to care?
Normal day, no tears shed
This was the 20's!

Gangsters with money to burn
No morals would they learn
Jazz--razzmatazz,
the sounds of the day
Thank goodness,
the 20's have gone--
Or,does part of it
still linger on?
Written VERY RAPIDLY 8-21-04
Copyright©2004MarieL Sellers