The ‘Advert Family’ whatever will be,
All ‘Toothpaste Smiles’ and plenty for tea,
Have the most Modern of Homes being shiny and clean,
No hint of life’s Buckshot will ever be seen.
For the table does strain every blest Christmas Day,
With the weight of the food they all put away,
And buckets of drink from the very best vines,
As money is no object for the ‘Commercial Kind’.
Parading on holiday out in the Sun,
With annoying cute kids and ‘Miss World’ for a Mum.
With the latest in cars and clothes set to match,
All distortions of life they daily dispatch.
Their ‘Liberace’ smiles and slim bodies implore,
A dialogue of speech from the rank Stable floor.
For the ‘Advert Family’ it must be said,
Are the Inaccurate Conception where all bunkum is bred.