Ain't the '20s Swell?

Hiya everybody!  It may be the 1920s, but I ain't no jazz-fool dancing dame. Nope, not me.  That's all a bunch of baloney if ya ask me.  I went and joined the circus.  It's a real nice joint ta look at, but once ya get in, there ain't one person with a real skill, it's all glitter and razzle dazzle stuff ya know? 

Well, all except for my Dommy, he's what keeps this place goin.  Dommy's just the bee's knees.  He's runs the booth where they try ta guess your weight and age and all that jazz, but ain't nobody does it like my Dommy.  He ain't ever wrong.  When I came to his booth the first time he says to me "Doll face, you can't be a day over 19."  and I says to him "How'd ya ever guess?"  And of course he was right.  I been tellin' folks I was 19 for years now.  How he guessed it I'll never know.  But anyways, we gets ta talkin and turns out he's a real swell guy.  Says he's really on the up and up, even got his own boxcar on the circuis train and says to me"It sure gets real lonely sometimes.  It'd be awfully nice to have some company." 

So the next thing I know, I's signin' on ta work as a trapese girl.  I ain't never walked a trapese in my life, but if they can do it why can't I?  After a few weeks I was gettin the hang of it until the big man finally let me in the show.  It really was the cat's meow.  But when I came down from the trapeze and went to see Dommy, he was surrounded by a bunch a dumb Doras all touchin him an tryin ta work their charms.

"Alright bank's closed.  Go cash ya checks somewheres else!"  I says to 'em.  And those girls scattered alright. 

Dommy and I went back home to our boxcar ta go ta bed.  We pulled up our ol' blanket and fell asleep. 

I think I'll stick around for a while.