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!
6 comments:
Growing up, our house was never without sunlight soap. Great poem too by the way.
It's still a washing up liquid brand isn't it? I love William Topaz. He is truly a great British icon!
(Places face in palms...)
Sorry, no soap! :)
LOL Steve. I am surprised it didn't bering out the poet in you!
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.
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!
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