The great millennium is at hand. <br />Redder apples grow on the tree. <br />A saxophone is in ev’ry band. <br />Brandy no longer taints our tea. <br />Dimples smile in the red-rouged knee. <br />The dowagers are no longer fat. <br />Radio now makes safe the sea— <br />And the Turk has bought him a derby hat. <br /> <br />Even our sauerkraut now is canned. <br />Verse is a dangsight more than free. <br />A 'highboy' now is the old dish stand. <br />Ev’ry flapper has her night key. <br />Chopin is jazzed into melody. <br />A child is a 'kiddie' and not a 'brat.' <br />Bosses and miners at last agree— <br />And the Turk has bought him a derby hat. <br /> <br />All firewaters are bravely banned. <br />There is a ballot for every she. <br />The hairpin now is a contraband. <br />A New York mayor gets some sympathy. <br />My dealer brings some coal to me. <br />The plumber is an aristocrat. <br />In Miami all millionaires may be— <br />And the Turk has bought him a derby hat. <br /> <br />Son, the millennium is at hand! <br />What though Armenians be mashed flat? <br />The world is getting just perfectly grand, <br />For the Turk has bought him a derby hat.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/millennium-4/
