Wheres the Beef

Where’s the beef? The old woman said. I still see her bulbous nose, parading in my head. She opens the bun and the hamburger is dinky. My thoughts about this oldster are incredibly kinky. Where’s the beef? Was soon printed on white t- shirts. We were all naming the old lady, us Ethyls and Gerts. Wendys was bringing people in by the busloads. I was one of the easily led, coming in on all back roads. Where’s the beef? Was on billboards against the blue sky. It brought chuckles a plenty, none of us wondering why. The old lady with a bulbous nose made us laugh until we were sick. An advertising executive no doubt got a raise with that gimmick slick.