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