Pop Smash, Out of Echo Chamber -john updike

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O truly, Lily was a lulu,
Doll, and dilly of a belle;
No one's smile was more enameled,
No one's style was more untrammeled,
Yet her records failed to sell
Well.

Her agent, Daley, duly worried,
Fretted, fidgeted, complained,
Daley grew so somber clever
Wits at parties said whenever
Lily waxed, poor Daley waned.
Strained

Beyond endurance, feeling either
He or Lily must be drowned,
Daley, dulled to Lily's luster,
Deeply down a well did thrust her.
Lily yelled; he dug the sound,
Found

A phone, contacted Victor,
Cut four sides; they sold, and how!
Daley disclaims credit; still, he
Likes the lucre. As for Lily,
She is dry and famous now.
Wow.