Flappers in the Cuckoo-buds

[EternalHunter]

They spin a dizzy tizzy
and land in blooming rows
of buds haphazardly blossoming
a blase of forgotten woes.

They dance a jolly electric step--
the flappers in the Cuckoo-buds--
a butter churn of buttercups
a foaming sea of yellow suds;

and soon the brazen petal-mud
is pulped and poisoned underfoot.
The flappers dance down cobbled streets
diseased and black with chimney soot.