I wonder why they never noticed that “air” rhymes with “bare”? 
Well I only watch them for the dialog.
Enjoy,
Steven
there was a hot chick from Victoria
a place name and an emporia
of delightful bits
that cover the tits
and enhanced my state of euphoria
Put those angel ads to the test,
Remember t.v. ads at their best…
. . . . If you need to be heard,
. . . . Just repeat the key word:
Bras, bras, bras, boobs, bras, bras, breasts.
The ads, or the bras?
Maybe you misunderstood, and the bra cups are really made out of hair?
I blame it on the Poets’ Strike.
Seriously, though, some of the early limericks by Edward Lear were even worse about the repetition thing.
So, she could fly around by flapping her … breasts? I’m having trouble picturing this.
There once was a gal from Nantucket,
whose titties could each fill a bucket.
She tried on their bra,
but her boobies said, Nah!
Of such garments she’s concluded, “Fuck it.” 
No kidding, I see her and my ears fog over. It makes me want to be air.
She’s Australian. Some of them aussies have been known to speak with an accent.
I’m enjoying this thread in the Pit
It’s full of sex, cursing and wit
. . But I’d bet my last dime
. . That this Pit of a rhyme
Will give Carol Stream quite a fit.
Great, now I have a name to mumble in my sleep, thanks.
What, your hovercraft?
Hmm, a bra made of air? Maybe it’s bubblepak. Maybe, like an air guitar, there’s no bra at all. Maybe they hired a party clown to make balloon animal bras. Maybe it’s liquid nitrogen, for those folkloric witch’s tits.
So it is OK to say that ad writing is complete shit and I could urinate a better limerick in the snow, or will the three resident commerical writers come in blowing smoke about how very hard it really is because you have to comform to technical guidelines?
Depends. Do you feel lucky?
I was already in my bunk, so get in line.
When pushing bras underwired,
Use not weak rhymes uninspired.
A pity: the Ars Poetica
Pairs well with passion erotica
Or was their lit’rary muse just too tired?
You guys are missing the most important problem. The limerick makes no sense! I’m afraid it is a mystery as to how a bra made partially from air is somehow lighter than air.
Underwear models can fly because we believe they can fly. It’s the same principle that makes air conditioning work.
Oh how I hate hate hate this commercial. I’ve got no issue with Victoria’s Secret or with beautiful young women in their unmentionables, but sweet samurai, the sound of this chick’s voice just makes me see red. And I could usually listen to our Aussie friends talk all the live long day. I might even find her pronunciation of the word bra (“braaahr”) cute in casual conversation, but for some reason it just grates when the very thing she’s promoting is so oddly pronounced (to Yank ears, of course). I won’t even comment on the asinine poem. Just grrrrrrrrrrrr :mad:
Does she make it rhyme with “now”? "Cause that’s the part that’s really buggin’ me…
If the tits don’t fit, you must acquit…