I wrote this for a history assignment in high school. Not bad for being that old.

THE ROARING TWENTIES

The twenties were a time of liquor and jazz

Prohibition was punishment, with no booze to be had

But the need was still there, over-riding the law

Even though it was scarce, it continued to be bought

In the back of a building, if you knew what to say

They would open the door, and show you the way

Enter the time of the secret speak-easy

These secluded social outings, were usually so sleazy

 

There was booze, and broads, and debauchery galore

The twenties had plenty of that figurative roar

The mob moved in, and picked up the slack

Bootleggers began to go on the attack

 

The black markets not known for their reasonable side

Everyone wanted it all, and they started to fight

It was war in the streets, with gangsters in arms

They inflicted both death, and bodily harm

Al Capone was the face in the papers

A kingpin in crime, involved in all capers

 

The police made efforts to clean up the mess

Heroes had names like Elliot Ness

But these times just couldnt last

When living through history, present becomes past

The government learned drinking will never die

So they now tax the crap out of the booze that we buy