The Advertising Man

It was nine o'clock on a Monday morning,
'Okay guys, L'oreal want some stuff - boring,
I want something by lunchtime - make it a hit,
I pay you enough don't I, because you're worth it.'

'My GOD - that's it - I don't need you guys anymore,'
there was muttering as we walked out of the door;
It could have been sausages, cars or condoms,
with busty birds giving suitable cheesy, come-ons.

There had been 'put a tiger in your bloody tank,'
'the car in front is a Toyota' and Felix having a wank,
and ' hands that do dishes will be soft as your face,
with brand new Fairy liquid,' a crappy interface.

We need some woman with big lips for L'oreal advert,
oh yes, that beautiful lady who was sadly burnt.