Six choc'late milkshakes ready to drink (@3All the little flappers blew bubbles in their sodas@1). Glug! go the straws as the milkshakes sink. Click go the checks for the six that follow... Twelve choc'late milkshakes being drunk there (@3All the little flappers go gurgley, gurgley@1). No wonder for dinner they don't much care; They couldn't possibly unless they were hollow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATER AMABILIS by EMMA LAZARUS VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 8. FLORENCE by SARA TEASDALE TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE CONTRETEMPS by THOMAS HARDY ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD |