A Family Jar

We've always tried in every way
   To do our level best.
We're guided by our better half
   In everything but rest.
She says our light and humor lines
   Is not the stuff that mingles,
If we would all men have them read,
   We must cut out the jingles.

Our case we tried to argue
   And said you understand,
To write each day as one would pray
   Is not at our command.
Like other men we claim to be,
   With but a single mind,
And what suits us will suit them, too,
   And other human kind.

Every word of that I grant,
   She said without a pant.
It fills your space from day to day
   If that’s your only slant.
But you have cars and other things,
   That you have got to sell,
Or else your space will be to let,
   And that you know, full well.

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Another tack we took and tried
   To argue once again.
Ver-sa-tile we did advance,
   Was like the sun and rain.
But all we said with accent true,
   Rebounded in our face,
We were left both deaf and dumb,
   We fell out of the race.

We've tried it once, we’ve tried it twice,
   We've tried it many times.
To argue with our better half,
   It’s cost us lots of dimes.
A woman set, is hard to get,
   In threes or twos or singles.
Her word was last, she said it fast,
   You'd best cut out the jingles.

   Taken from life—The “Ad” writer’s life.