Advertising

Advertising
Looking for clients, people who’ll buy
Got lots to sell bigger fish to fry
Looking for a break through
It’s got to come soon
I’ll advertise a fork and sell you a spoon.

Magazines and newspapers, that’s what I’ll try
Make the add slanted to catch the eye
Wait for the phone it’s bound to ring
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
But still didn’t sell a bloody thing

Changed the format and went digital
Spent four hundred quid, recouped sod all
Promises made, by a chief exec
On edge all night
Hope I got it right
Nothing sold online or by cash or cheque

I look at my product, I know it’s great
I look at the clock and I’m running late
Placing my add it’s all about me
On edge all night 
Hope I got it right
But no buyers hooked even though it’s free

Last chance saloon, sent in a pic
I did my hair and think I look chic
Held my goods for everyone to see
On edge all night 
Hope I got it right
Come to the conclusion, it must be me.

David Cox  09/08/21 Very early morning.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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