Chloris lay off the flapper stuff; <br />What's fit for Pholoë, a fluff, <br />Is not for Ibycus's wife-- <br />A woman at your time of life! <br /> <br />Ignore, old dame, such pleasures as <br />The shimmy and "the Bacchus Jazz"; <br />Your presence with the maidens jars-- <br />You are the cloud that dims the stars. <br /> <br />Your daughter Pholoë may stay <br />Out nights on the Appian Way; <br />her love for Nothus, as you know, <br />Makes her as playful as a doe. <br /> <br />No jazz for you, no jars of wine, <br />No rose that blooms incarnadine. <br />For one thing only you are fit: <br />Buy some Lucerian wool--and knit!<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-an-aged-cut-up-ii/
