Apple-pan Dowdy & Shoo-fly pies;
The Frim-fram Sauce, and those Buttermilk Skies–
Change that station– it’s just no treat
To be reminded there’s nothing to eat!
Armour’s Star Ham, and Swift’s Premium Bacon:
The radio is just nature-fakin’.
Personally, I think it’s sad
When they advertise what can’t be had.
So ignore all the dance-bands, whatever you do,
And skip the provision commercials too;
But tune in that opera (of soap they sing),
Where the hero has ulcers and can’t eat a thing!
by Ray Romine Monday, October 14, 1946
