MASTERPIECE #2992

/// Two young ladies, each seeking a chap,
tightly flatten their breasts with a strap.
They’d use feminine wiles
in the new “flapper” styles,
but how can they when nothing can flap?

/// Myrtle said, “Gatsby’s my big romance.”
Flora answered, “You don’t have a chance.”
“No, I’m certain I’ve got him.
Wants to do a Black Bottom!”
“Myrt… he wasn’t referring to dance.”

/// J. Gatz wore his heart on his silk sleeve,
‘til a gunshot compelled him to “leave.”
Starting out second-rate,
he would earn the name “Great”
Gatsby, (like Gazoo and Gildersleeve).

/// Just how low will these young women sink?
Their hair’s bobbed, and they smoke and they drink.
Short skirts show their limbs as
they dance wildly to jazz.
They drive cars! (And one’s seeing a shrink.)

/// They affect a severe silhouette.
Though not curvy, they still play coquette.
They resemble Ms. Oyl,
sailor Popeye’s “best goil”
(or two thin wieners served en brouchette.)

/// Some young women are naturally thin.
In the ’twenties it was a “win-win.”
Nowadays they might pad,
or, by surgery, add
some unnatural substance within.

/// They were ten when men fought The Great War.
Both remember the tensions before.
Afterwards they lived through
the (misnamed) Spanish Flu.
In their twenties they’re ready to ROAR.