My headache is enormous, and may yet hatch a dinosaur goddess--Athena cluck-plucking straight out of Zeus's forehead in full stegosaurus armor.
A continuing struggle with the cataloging Authority over the standardized name form for W.E. Butterworth, (William Edmund) , 1929- aka W.E.B. Griffin is the probable headache cause. He has about eleven pseudonyms and three variations of his name.
I find no indications W.E.B. is related to Oliver Butterworth, author of the wonderful children's book, The Enormous Egg.
Can't find on-line confirmation of the Mrs. Butterworth's pancake syrup advertising jingle stuck in my head. Self doubt enters sneering stage left. Am I maple-y, butter-y losing my marbles?
I'm telling you this song was almost as major as the Oscar Mayer baloney jingle.
How do you do, Mrs. Butterworth's?
How do you do today?
You make pancakes delicious
When you bow down this way.
Maple-y, Maple-y taste.
Buttery, Buttery taste.
At least the bologna has a first name, O-S-C-A-R. The bologna has a second name, M-A-Y-E-R.
Author, annoy not the cataloger,
or your name will be baloney.
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