Boy these rhymes
Are hard to make
They sure give me
A headache!
It’s a pain
To make things fit:
Rhyme and meter,
Verse and wit.
With that in mind
I now unveil
My next attempt
(Shut up, don’t wail):
The finest shave
There ever was
No more shadow
No more fuzz!
BURMA SHAVE!
– Sylence
And now, for my next trick, I will talk in spooky half-references.
When it coem to wit and rhyme
Y’all have a finesse and flair.
In the meantime however, I’m
going to stick to home repair.
When it comes to wit and rhyme
Y’all have a finesse and flair.
In the meantime however, I’m
going to stick to home repair.
I’m committed double (now triple) post
As I’m sure some will notice
Just another footnot I can boast
in Profiles of the Clueless!
BURMA-SHAVE
Sorry I’m late
Just got the fax
I was on the beach
Playing my sax
BURMA SHAVE!
The best news of all
Is that Flora’s back
For the reasons she left
Were just totally whack
BURMA SHAVE!
Unclebeer, my man
What’s up with the parties?
Manhattan and Alphie,
How 'bout drinks at Sardi’s?
BURMA SHAVE!
(Should I be hearing the Burma Shave portion as a barbershop quartet?)
Yo, Flypsyde, fun topic
This is a great thread
but I’m so tired right now
I’m heading for bed
BUR (Bur, bur) MA (MA, MAAAAA) SHAAAAAAAAAAVE!
Monday morning
Inspiration thin
Poetry’s hairy
But not my chin
BURMA-SHAVE
Uke
Hey! No one’s typed out the MOST famous Burma-Shave jingle of all!
May I? [ahem]
In this world
Of toil and sin
Your head grows bald
But not your chin
BURMA-SHAVE
It’s Monday morn–
On that, a pox!
Why not post more?
Oy–my In-Box!
BURMA-SHAVE
I found it Uke,
For you to buy,
Below’s a link,
Your welcome, guy!
Easy one-step assembly instructions.
Pour Beer A in Uncle B.
Hi Flyp and Flora!
Hey Uke and Beer!
I’m finally rhyming,
Not well I fear.
BURMA-SHAVE
Your chin is hairy
And you are glum
Don’t use the tweezers
That would be dumb
BURMA-SHAVE!
I read Mad Magazine
While eating my curry
Bad breath, you say?
What, me worry?
BURMA-SHAVE
Political customers?
We’re not snotty,
We’ll drop some names:
Gorby and The Body
BURMA-SHAVE
With your plastic Jesus
mounted on the dash
keep your eyes on the road
and avoid a crash
BURMA-SHAVE
“Popeye? Hm? He’s not much of a judge of women!” King Blozo
I’ve changed my tag,
I’m no more “Flora,”
I hope you say
“We still adore her”
Why did I change?
You’ll not believe—
'Cause it’s a snap
To rhyme with “Eve!”
BURMA-SHAVE
UncleBeer!
In the ol’ Hog Butcher
So goes the tale,
You brought me a six
of ginger ale.
I pop in this morning
For a hit of Dope
And there’s an address
For shaving soap!
For nice-guy stuff
You raise the stakes!
(I went right over
and bought five cakes!)
of BURMA-SHAVE
Uke
I guess I’m ready
to join this game.
Good luck rhyming
With my name.
BURMA SHAVE
JMCJ
This could be YOUR sig line! For just five cents a post, JMCJ Enterprises will place YOUR sig line at the bottom of each message!
Don’t downplay
My famed bravado—
You’d know I’d rhyme
With “John Corrado!”
BURMA-SHAVE
That was my
roman a clef—
Let’s hear from Nemo
or Sax, or Chef!
BURMA-SHAVE
I’d jog from here
To Colorado
To make a poem
For John Corrado
BURMA-SHAVE
C’mon…c’mon…give us a better shot…c’mon…
Uke
On New Year’s Eve at midnight
I didn’t get a smooch
But I dropped by Manhattan’s party
and I did score free hooch
“I’ll tell you a secret, baby - maybe you can’t do better - gotta settle for second best” - the Judybats