No More Tupperware Ladies
I am a frozen bowl lady! A frozen bowl lady!
I will come at your call, to fritz your icies, Said Sadie.
We did not understand at all, not living in mom-at-home-times.
It’s like the Tupperware lady, said someone else, My Auntie Frimes.
You would have to live back then and see their rallies, she said.
We chanted our song up and down, at the back of each other’s head.
Went from house to house selling plastic keepers with lids.
Until women went to work and the company fell on the skids.
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