Tea at the Ritz

 I would  loved to have tea at the Ritz.

When the twenties were roaring, the  'IT'  girls adoring,

and full of glamour and glitz.

In the Palm Court on a chaise lounge,

She drinks tea from a porcelain cup

Or an absinthe and gin highball

That serves as a pick-me-up.

With her hair cut in the 'shingle'

Kohl-rimmed eyes and painted lips,

Liberated from the restrictive corset

The world at her fingertips.

Now dressed in her Parisian frock,

She's ready to give life a whirl,

She's no Edwardian lady

She's not a Gibson girl.......