Three little flappers in near-silver foxes Rolled down their stockings till they looked like soxes. They all had powder puffs to powder noses And they kept their powder puffs in near-jade boxes. They lived in an apartment house in three little flatses And walked up the stairs so they wouldn't get fatses. They cut the hair close on their little round headses, And all wore the same kind of little felt hatses. They did their shopping at the sales of shopses, And got across the street by the aid of copses. They all got crushed in the subway jamses And lunched on spaghetti that is served by wopses. They watched the movies through their six big eyeses. Both films of romance and of custard pieses. They laughed and they sighed and they got the giggles And after the sad parts they had three good crieses. Thus lived the flappers in their near-silver foxes, Who all kept their powder puffs in near-jade boxes. They lived in an apartment house in three little flatses, And all wore the same kind of little felt hatses, And rolled down their stockings till they looked like soxes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST A CONSISTENT GIRL by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONNET: HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AT BEETHOVEN'S FUNERAL by IGNAZ FRANZ CASTELLI THE TRANSFIGURER by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE UPON A MISER THAT MADE A GREAT FEAST; THE NEXT DAY HE DIED FOR GRIEF by JOHN CLEVELAND |