Archibald Soap was a bit of a dope
And a serial killer to boot
For a year and a day, he murdered away
And lived like a king of his loot
He hadn’t watched that many crime shows
Made every mistake in the book
The detectives laid traps to secure him
Reeled him in like a fish on a hook
He begged the old Judge to be lenient
The Judge, with a frown, replied “Nope”
He begged for his life, “I’ve a child and a wife”
But now he’s just Soap on a Rope
Photo credit: Cottonbro
A Badly Chewed Pencil 
I remember Muhammed Ali saying he was going to “Rope-a-Dope” his opponent.
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The trouble with that poem is that it only works if you remember the phenomenon that was, Soap on a Rope… The Christmas gift that every father liked to find in his Christmas stocking! Along with aftershave. Do you think our families were telling us that we stink?
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I remember it. I remember Mennen Skin Bracer, like a cold slap in the face. https://youtu.be/1prd0Dpfytw
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Nothing beats a face tightening chin chiller first thing in the morning!
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That’s not what you used to say Chris! Loved this poem. Bizarrely I have just mentioned soap on a rope for a piece to come. Mind you, not unusual for us to find the same things funny 😜
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Talking about thinking the same things… I was talking to her indoors about creating my own photo for this blog and that I needed to find a pair of false teeth… What did i see later that evening? Your blog with a picture of false teeth. Spooky or what?
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