Hail, Flapper fair with bobbéd hair And skirt above thy knee! It makes folks think and sometimes blink To look at what they see; If they but knew, quite hid from view, Above thy stocking top Beats heart of love, with brains above, Beneath thy curly mop. With toss of head, part lips of red, With show of pearly teeth— For all should know thou art not slow And there are depths beneath. Above thy knee, where none can see, Lies much of sterling worth. The God of Love in Heaven above Made Flappers for the earth. Hail, once again, thou Flapper vain, I lift my hat to thee For thou art fair, beyond compare, And I am fancy free; I would see more, my heart doth soar And rise to heights above, With one last glance, I take a chance, Forevermore, I love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. THE DEATH OF HUSKISSON by T. BAKER PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |