Velvet Coats and Bootleg Blues: Annette's Siren Song

Folks in silks and satin sigh, 'My darling, it's so chilly!' Champagne chills their diamonds, though, oh, they wouldn't dare be silly. Button up your velvet coats, dears, wrap that fur around your fears, This jazz age winter bites, it seems, for wallets flushed with bootleg tears.

Careful crossing Park Avenue, where stock market winds can blow, One wrong step from penthouse suite, and down to Fifth you'll go. So keep your stocks and bonds close, boys, and button up your banker's heart, The market's fickle tango ain't for dancing with a falling chart.

Eat an apple every day, they say, it keeps the doctor far away, But too much caviar and truffles, well, that might just lead you astray. Button up your appetites, darlings, savor every gilded crumb, This feast for eyes and empty pockets won't last till winter's numb.