"My" era was late '50s - early '60s and I memorized (not exactly intentionally) a lot of Mad doggeral. Wish I could find copies of the originals to see if my memory is any good! (Especially of "The Spaniel", the Mad parody of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven".)

I think that I should never hear
A poem as lovely as a beer.
The brew that Joe's Bar has on tap
With golden base and flowing cap.
The stuff I sit and drink all day
Until my memory melts away.
Poems are made by fools, I fear,
But only Schlitz can make a beer.

or

Tigers, Tigers, fighting bright
In the ball parks of the night
Your pitching's fair, your field adroit,
So why no pennants for Detroit?

You blaze around the big league parks
With bats that fairly give off sparks,
But when they total up the score
You've lost again to Baltimore.

The Cleveland Indians go to work.
They beat you good, so does New York.
When Boston adds a mortal blow,
All you can shout's "Look out below!"

Tigers, Tigers, fighting bright
In the ball parks of the night.
Someday the fans will get their fill
And ship the team to Louisville.


Really wish I could find the words to "The Spaniel" ...

Linn