Clementine Paddleford often inspired people to write poems about her. Here is a poem written by Tom Weatherly.
Oh, Clementine, Oh, Clementine,
You're gastronomically divine;
Each morning on the dot of eight,
I place your column by my plate.
And, as I munch my Shredded Wheat,
I read your tips on things to eat.
Fie, what a mundane thing to say,
I mean I'm carried quite away.
I love your lurid, limpid prose,
Writ to the way a parsnip grows;
But, better still I like the zing
You give to every chewy thing.
On bread and cheese and cakes and ale
You always make a gaudy sale;
So here's to you, sweet Clementine,
The girl with whom I yearn to dine.
Friday, March 12, 2010
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