Roaring Twenties Redux
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It’s so elegant
TS Eliot, “The Waste Land”
One-two-three, one-two-three, ow, uh, alright, uh!
Wilson Pickett, “Land of a Thousand Dances”
Once this pandemic is done, y’all, people gonna be hollering siss-boom-bah, packing the tattoo parlors, barbershops and bars, macro-dosing, doing the Hedonism like it’s wa-wa-tusi, dancing on tables, dancing in the streets, there’ll be swingin’ and swayin’ and records playin’, live bands blasting covers past curfew, PO-lice sirens wailing and blue lights swirling, sweatpants discarded, shimmering gowns flowin’, flasks flashin’ in the comet light of the apocalyptic party, alack and alas and all that jazz!
One thought on “Roaring Twenties Redux”
“F-l-o, two f-l-a’s and then two “a-l-a’s in that last sentence. Delivered it in the alliterative department.