Fitting Advice Of all sad words, Give these the prize: "My dear, You'll need Our larger size."
Lawn Time No See When I survey My barren plot ... Long stamping ground For tyke and tot ... I must conclude It's clear (alas!) One cannot grow Both kids and grass!
I also really liked this one, which Tuff wrote:
"I'm glad I use Dial; Hallelujah. Now I don't smell So peculiah."
For chewy, toothsome, wholesome goodness Tootsie Rolls are right — Lots of nibbling for a nickel And they show me where to bite.
I really liked that she noticed the little lines on the Tootsie Roll and assumed why they were there. It's something everyone would recognize as being unique to that candy, but no one would think to mention it in a jingle.
As the author admits, some of the advertising copy is almost indecipherable. But that was just the style of the day. And the poetry shows a real gift for language.
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Here are a couple of my favorites:
Fitting Advice
Of all sad words,
Give these the prize:
"My dear,
You'll need
Our larger size."
Lawn Time No See
When I survey
My barren plot ...
Long stamping ground
For tyke and tot ...
I must conclude
It's clear (alas!)
One cannot grow
Both kids and grass!
I also really liked this one, which Tuff wrote:
"I'm glad I use Dial;
Hallelujah.
Now I don't smell
So peculiah."
I like this poem she wrote:
No woman problem had young Adam,
Being made before they had 'em
And this jingle:
For chewy, toothsome, wholesome goodness
Tootsie Rolls are right —
Lots of nibbling for a nickel
And they show me where to bite.
I really liked that she noticed the little lines on the Tootsie Roll and assumed why they were there. It's something everyone would recognize as being unique to that candy, but no one would think to mention it in a jingle.
Early in the book, one of her Burma Shave jingles:
Passed on a hill
Lived through
Korea.
Met a guy
With the same idea.
I also admired "Fitting Advice."
The ones you all mentioned were among my favorites. But the best, in my opinion, was Hippopotapoem:
Behold the hippopotamus
bestowing hippo kisses
Upon a hippopotamiss
Who's not his hippomissus.
But he's no hippocrit, is he,
This hippopotamister
Because the hippopotamiss
Is his little hipposister.
I knew you would like that one! Terry says that is her favorite, too.
As the author admits, some of the advertising copy is almost indecipherable. But that was just the style of the day. And the poetry shows a real gift for language.
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