Pashion For Advertision Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

In the small village of no name
T'was a smith of local fame.
His family grew large but not his trade
Feeding so many called for decision t' be made.

By chance, did pass one summer morn
A most famous knight-errant, and an idea was born.
Could I use his fame to announce my smithin'?
By placing on his equipm't a sign of my forgin.

All who see the great man would know that my tin
Will never rust and seldom bend.
His shining armour will be an advertisement
O' my skills that ‘r Heaven sent.

Don Quixote was this knight-errant
And on his back were placed ads, most apparent.
So great was the response to these announcements
That other's demanded equal placem't.

Sancho Panza managed the in and out
Of the flow of monies that came about.
‘Tis said his belly grew large and round
‘Twas where his money belt's found.

The knight now had armour most clean and bright
And truth be told, avoided contest that damage it, might.
As the famous knight traveled wide, pleasures to seek
Did Rozinante's back grow fat and sleek

Surely on the mighty stallion's feet could be placed,
some of that famous, Warren's blacking paste.
His hooves now shown liken'd to his master's pate
Crowds did gather to and in time did wait
For to see this noble steed's passing,
Th' gleam of perfection there was no matching.

[Of course Sir Warren was of English pride
And came some two hundred years afterwide.
But others did invent for the hooves, some greasy paint
For to cover the cracks, crevises most errant.]

The famous Don sought adventures ‘gainst enemies of youth and old,
But it's recorded, he avoided them all, becoming most vain and bold.
For with a famous stud, shining armor and proper dress
He gained entry to real castles, we'll be first to confess.

Some would suppose that Spaniards their beards do not shave,
T'is wrong, for you see, it's trimming that makes the wiskers behave.
Now the most famous of all in history must be forseen
It's Packwood's strop and cream that keeps the razor keen.

The Knight of Woeful Countenance alas, lacked this treasure
Which explains th' name based on his twisted face of displeasure.
For Packwood's genius would not be found
Until another pair of centuries came around.

Enough of the Don and his squire
We must finish this story before you tire.
For this we return to where we begin
To the anvil and products made of tin

The name of this wise smith, most bold?
T'was Sir Suburu, we are told.
Who centuries before the advent
Of media; advertising did invent.

At the time, postings announced plays and such
But the products of a forge, tin cups and much
More, awaited th' Suburu family's imagination
To Create in the public, desires, wants and pashion.

Time did fly and generations too
Until in the Twenty First Century arose a new,
Deb Suburu whose designs were most impressive
She hammered the anvils in tunes most suggestive.

The modern product of this famous smith –
Wagons that have four wheels to be driven with.
A smooth transition from stop to go
No horse, or ass or cow need be to tow.

Th' wagon's ‘r quite stable,
The seats staying flat like unto a table.
For there one could easily play snook'r with no execuse
If only there were a place for rack and cues

As we near the end of this little ditty
Obvious it is that there's no one to pity.
For Don Quixote found his place in history recorded
Sancho Panza ne'r his island found, yet was rewarded.

And Mighty Rozinante found pleasur.
There's more than grass in his harem's pastur.
Packwood and Warren awaited discovery
Centuries later of their marketing cajolery.

While our tin smiths of the town of no name
Have earned a place in history and fame.
Knighted Deb Suburu for her famous couches
Even now is known for engineering advances.