A Dozen Cocktails Please

No spinsterlollypop for me—yes—we have 
No bananas I got lusting palate—I  Always eat them— — — — — — —     
They have dandy celluloid tubes—all sizes—
Tinted diabolically as a baboon’s hind-complexion. 
A man’s a— 
Piffle! 
Will-o’-th’-wisp! What’s the dread 
Matter with the up-to-date-American- 
Home-comforts? Bum insufficient for the 
Should-be wellgroomed upsy! 
That’s the leading question. 
There’s the vibrator— — — 
Coy flappertoy! I am adult citizen with 
Vote—I demand my unstinted share 
In roofeden—witchsabbath of our baby- 
Lonian obelisk.  
What’s radio for—if you please? 
“Eve’s dart pricks snookums upon 
Wirefence. ” 
An apple a day— — —   
It’ll come— — — — 
Ha! When? I’m no tongueswallowing yogi. 
Progress is ravishlng—
It doesn’t me—
Nudge it—
Kick it—
Prod it—
Push it—
Broadcast— — — —
That’s the lightning idea! 
S.O.S. national shortage of—  
What ? 
How are we going to put it befitting 
Lifted upsys? 
Psh! Any sissy poet has sufficient freezing 
Chemicals in his Freudian icechest to snuff all 
Cockiness. We’ll hire one. 
Hell! Not that! That’s the trouble— —  
Cock crow silly! 
Oh fine! 
They’re in France—the air on the line—
The Poles— — — — — —
Have them send waves—like candy—
Valentines— — — —
“Say it with— — — 
Bolts ! 
Oh thunder! 
Serpentine aircurrents— — —
Hhhhhphssssssss! The very word penetrates 
I feel whoozy! 
I like that. I don’t hanker after Billyboys—but I am entitled 
To be deeply shocked. 
So are we—but you fill the hiatus. 
Dear—I ain’t queer—I need it straight— —
A dozen cocktails—please— — — —