CAMELOT FANTASIES

THE GATSBY RUN

Let me take you, to another time.
Golden era, The Great Gatsby Rhyme.
Roaring 20s, were very sublime.
Where women were strong, expected to be mime.
Men were gentlemen, never thought to be wrong.
Women went thru, a vision to change their song.
Beautiful were those days, but those things are long gone.
Rich were having their day, ov beauty on the page.
The magic ov silent movies, books written about this rage.
Prohibition, hit like a monsoon.
Taking the rich and their visions, turning them poor.
Men and their money, were flying off the floor.
No longer are those days, but beautiful visions are still the rage.
The great Gatsby was not a phase.