An "American" Sonnet
The 20s were a prime time,
and everyone who could would,
swill bathtub gin and near beer,
from some notorious rough tough.
They'd dance away the night tight,
in dresses that were cloth froth,
for life was always pay day,
a flappered "jazz age" flick kick.
Then 30 followed smash crash,
depression murdered mock-stock.
The job-world lay abed dead,
head covered well with black sack.
Old Hoover sang a rote note,
and Roosevelt won the vote tote.
2007-05-15
10:37:19
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