No spinsterlollypop for me– yes– we have
I got lusting palate– I
Always eat them– — — — — — —
They have dandy celluloid tubes– all sizes–
Tinted diabolically as a baboon’s hind-complexion.
A man’s a–
Will-o’-th’-wisp! What’s the dread
Matter with the up-to-date-American-
Home-comforts? Bum insufficient for the
Should-be wellgroomed upsy!
That’s the leading question.
There’s the vibrator– — —
Coy flappertoy! I am adult citizen with
Vote– I demand my unstinted share
In roofeden– witchsabbath of our baby-
What’s radio for–if you please?
“Eve’s dart pricks snookums upon
An apple a day– — —
It’ll come– — — —
Ha! When? I’m no tongueswallowing yogi.
Progress is ravishlng–
It doesn’t me–
Nudge it —
Broadcast– — — —
That’s the lightning idea!
S.O.S. national shortage of–
How are we going to put it befitting
Psh! Any sissy poet has sufficient freezing
Chemicals in his Freudian icechest to snuff all
Cockiness. We’ll hire one.
Hell! Not that! That’s the trouble– —
Cock crow silly!
They’re in France– the air on the line–
The Poles– — — — — —
Have them send waves– like candy–
Valentines– — — —
“Say it with– — —
Serpentine aircurrents– — —
Hhhhhphssssssss! The very word penetrates
I feel whoozy!
I like that. I don’t hanker after Billyboys– but I am entitled
To be deeply shocked.
So are we– but you fill the hiatus.
Dear– I ain’t queer– I need it straight — —
A dozen cocktails– please– — — —
Baroness Elsa von Freytag Loringhoven, A Dozen Cocktails Please.