Signs of B.S.

You'd thought
They were gone,
The signposts of yore
But like Dr. Huey
They return
Like before.
Burma Shave

His whiskers,
Like prickles
of roses
they grew...
'Til he mowed them
Down flat
Like she hoped
He would do.
With Burma Shave

Reminiscent of aphids
His beard was
So Thick,
He very much
Needed
A quick...
Burma Shave

Passionate Kisses
were not
to be.
Her disdain
for scratches
was stronger,
you see.
Burma Shave

Gauntlet Gloves
were what
she needed,
for shaving close
had gone
unheeded.
Burma Shave

T'was in a garden
They first met:
Romeo and Juliet.
T'was lucky
in Egypt
he could still get...
Burma Shave

She thought
his face was
like rose's thorn,
Cheeks were washed,
but still unshorn.
Burma Shave

Bright yellow
Blossoms
remind of
Gold ore,
Climbing over the
Road Signs for...
Burma Shave

Smooth like a petal,
his chin
was quite far...
He was saved
by the opening
of his very
first jar.
Burma Shave
 

All signs actually not found along the side of the roads of Southeast USA
by rosarians and other gardeners.