"Step up close, gents! This little lady will Now do the dance that John the Baptist lost His head for; yea, and many a head it's cost A many a John since. Just a bit of skill With muscles, and take note her hands and feet Remain unmoved throughout the tomtom's beat. The lady will retire, the band will play; One dime, one thin ten cents will pay the way." With furtive glances at the passing crowd, Their thick blood riotous with drum note, skin As red as beets, the old men enter in To regain youth; while young boys curse aloud Their tender years and stake all on the chance They will look adult in Big Brother's pants. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRITISH CHURCH by GEORGE HERBERT THE TOY BALLOONS by EDNA BECKER THE DARK OF THE MOON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE DEPARTURE OF THE PIONEER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION THE RUINED HEART by FRANCOIS COPPEE APRIL by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY |