I was recently out of town for a couple of nights, and one thing that surprised me, watching my hotel room television in this city, was the lawyer commercials. First, that there were so many. And second, that they all had rhymes!
I can't remember any of the commercials specifically, but this is generally how they went:
[Picture of someone tripping on a sidewalk, then in a wheelchair.] "Got hurt on the sidewalk? Call Mike Falk. [Phone number on screen.]"
[Picture of handcuffs.] "Got caught stealing? Call Jim Freeling."
[Picture of a car crash.] "Got hurt in a car? Call Tom Farr."
[Picture of an empty beer mug.] "Got hurt in a bar? Call Tom Farr." (Yes, that was the same guy.)
[Picture of guy, jumping out a bed, wrapping the sheet around his waist, and a woman in the bed, saying, "It's not what you think!"] "Caught your neighbor in your bed? Call Bob Alfred."
Ok, I totally made up that last one. But you get the point.
And, I just keep picturing the career service office at the local law school. Next week's seminar: Discovering what field you can go into, based on your rhyme-ability.
Man, I feel bad for the law school class valedictorian, Ivan Stanislawski. "I wanted to go into solo practice, but there was just no way for me to make the local mandatory rhyming commercial!"