01 June 2008

McGonagall and Sunlight Soap

by William McGonagall

You can use it with great pleasure and ease
Without wasting any elbow grease;
And when washing the most dirty clothes
The sweat won't be dripping off your nose
You can wash your clothes with little rubbing
And without scarcely any scrubbing;
And I tell you once again without any joke
There's no soap can surpass Sunlight Soap;
And believe me, charwomen one and all,
I remain yours truly, the Poet McGonagall.

Yet another poetry gem from William Topaz, the Tayside Tragedian. I am sure that sales of Sunlight soap skyrocketed as a result. Any excuse to put up a William Topaz poem!


Nunyaa said...

Growing up, our house was never without sunlight soap. Great poem too by the way.

jams o donnell said...

It's still a washing up liquid brand isn't it? I love William Topaz. He is truly a great British icon!

Steve Bates said...

(Places face in palms...)

Sorry, no soap! :)

jams o donnell said...

LOL Steve. I am surprised it didn't bering out the poet in you!

Colin Campbell said...

My mum started out her domestic career with the Scottish equivalent, lots of elbow grease and washing board a mangle and really crap Scottish weather. Talk about hard work.

This morning I put a huge collection of nasty cloths and towels in the washing machine and I can hang them out in our nice winter weather and they will be dry tomorrow night.

Life is Great or at least better than then.

jams o donnell said...

It's certainly one of those things that make our lives a whole lot easier, eh Colin... Although it doesn't make us lazy... not like the avoidance of oranges!