The ad is good.
The rhymes are many.
I went to the store
and could not find any.
BURMA-SHAVE
A dead celeb?
We’ll dance the hora
Arm in arm
With Phil and Flora.
BURMA-SHAVE
Golfers go and.
Golfers come
there is only one Flora
So lets all drink some rum.
BURMA-SHAVE
No shaving cream
Near check-out lines
Went outta business
Buying signs
BURMA-SHAVE
I think I’ve found,
My second wind,
I think I’ll now,
Go get ginned.
BURMA-SHAVE
Uncle Beer has the right idea
Once a second wind is found.
The time is right
to go drink a round.
BURMA-SHAVE
I shave and scrape
My blues away
The only Rum I need
Is Bay.
BURMA-SHAVE
You can’t find,
Burma Shave?
Here’s a link,
Now behave.
BURMA-SHAVE
http://www.asrco.com/consumerproducts/branded/images/burmashave/Default.htm
Dopeler effect:
The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
Damn this is fun.
His whiskered chin
She judged a crime
And sentenced him
To the five and dime
BURMA-SHAVE
And the problem with small furry animals
in corners is that, just occasionally,
one of them’s a mongoose.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
I think this thread,
Has caught fire,
With some luck,
It won’t expire.
BURMA-SHAVE
I went to that link.
I saw all their stuff.
After shopping with them.
My face will never be rough.
BURMA-SHAVE
UncleBeer!
That’s the best by far!
I’m headin’ there now
To buy a jar!
[of]
BURMA-SHAVE
Uke
An email I just wrote.
Was written in Burma verse.
When I get the reply.
How i hate to see a good friend curse.
BURMA-SHAVE
Oh, Alpha, dear–
Your rhyme (or prose?)
Just made my tea
Go up my nose!
So next that
Celebs “go south”
I’ll tip my hat
And shut my mouth
BURMA SHAVE
Guess what folks,
This is catching,
Soon our friends,
Will be retching.
BURMA-SHAVE
(sorry 'bout the return to vomiting)
A second wind
is fine and well
if it’s not
the kind you smell
Poor Manhattan.
He will get the shakes.
If no New Yorker deigns
To go drink lakes.
BURMA-SHAVE
That American look
clean-cut and true
Is what it took
To make me kiss you
Burma Shave
La franchise ne consiste pas à dire tout ce que l’on pense, mais à penser tout ce que l’on dit.
H. de Livry
Can’t rhyme enough
To keep up with y’all
Don’t want to muff
My career call
A bit late to barge in,
Is one who admires
Your eloquent wit:
The Coldest of Fires !
BURMA-SHAVE