Silly Poems

I wrote these two goofy historical fashion poems last January when I was bored. I looked up some of the rhymes, (i.e. "what rhymes with 'picnic',) on the Internet, and I suppose that's sort of cheating, but...I was having fun!

A Hoopskirt:

A lady in a hoopskirt went out one day,
With the brisk breeze blowing in from the bay.
Her bonnet, tied on with tightest of strings,
Was blown away as if only a grass ring.
Her beau comforted the distressed belle,
But only fate could tell,
Whether Mademoiselle,
Would escape the horrible pell-mell.
The wind gets more brisk,
My lady is at risk!
Nevertheless, they sit down for a picnic,
Oblivious of the wind so breakneck.
Then all of a sudden, Miss Hoopskirt shrieks!
Her petticoats are exposed, what a society breach!
But that is not all, now pantaloons too! What shall Mademoiselle do!?
The horror of which,
Her beaus protect the dish,
As lovely blue silk,
Tips over the milk.
And then with a cry,
Miss is swept into the sky!

The Flapper:
A flapper,
So dapper,An excellent tapper,
She is not a napper,
More like a snapper.
On nothing will she not dare,
Even to cut her hair.
The sleek stylish bob,
Is no watch fob.
In glitter does she dine,
Everything is very fine,
For no one does she pine,
No, she is a modern maid!
Without qualm she drives a car,
Going ever so very far.
Her long necklace is of gold,
Miss It Girl is ever so bold.
Long skirts are passé,
She shows her knees today!She may be called rash,
To the Charleston party does she dash,
But in this new society,
The forward new personality,
Is really quite the style,
Everyone she beguiles,
So only stiff dowagers are hostile!

Rather silly, eh? The rhymes always make me crack up. Let's see...
Here is the Hoopskirt Lady and a friend:

and the Flapper and some companions, at their Charleston party: