Sunday, September 6, 2020


Hello Everybody! Editor-In-Chief Lee Houston, Junior here today because it's another holiday weekend (such as it is during the no good pandemic) here in the United States.
Labor Day is upon us. The unofficial end of Summer, for the season will actually conclude sometime later this month.
But that means the ladies (Autumn the Puppy, our newest member Piper D. Katt, and Waxy Dragon—if she ever gives up her demands for more Belgosian Dark Chocolate🍫 and decides to rejoin us) have the weekend off and it's up to me to entertain you for at least a few minutes.

I know I've discussed them before in previous appearances, but let's stroll down Memory Lane and recall some more Burma Shave signs of yesteryear.
For those too young to remember, Burma Shave poetry could be found on road signs up until the early 1960s, featuring a mixture of traffic safety tips or advertising for their Men's products, with the last line always being the company name.

A classic example would be:
Is he lonesome
Or just blind –
This guy who drives
So close behind?

And another:
We don’t know how
To split an atom
But as to whiskers
Let us at ’em

What about:
The Wolf🐺 is shaved
So neat and trim
Red Riding Hood
Is chasing him!
Burma Shave.

You know your onions🧅🧅
Let us suppose
This beets them all
Don't turnip your nose.
Burma Shave.

Now then, considering that next weekend will be out annual Back To School🏫 salute, let's close with an appropriate poem...
At School Zones
Heed Instructions
Help to save
Our Tax Deductions.
Burma Shave.

And on that note♫, have a great week! STAY SAFE!😷
And please be back here again next weekend for more Sunday Funnies!lh,jr.

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