Knock knock!

There’s a salesman at my door

A pleasure my dear

For your wrinkles I share

Youth’s fountain!

I have a wonderful cure

He gives me the oil

I rub it with glee

Oh my!–  says he- you look 33!

From him I purchase 4

Oh no – says he

You must take more!!

So more I take and then some more

And when he is paid

He slithers away from the door

I start to say bye

And suddenly wonder why

My face is now 

Itchy, bloody and sore

(C)- Vivian Zems

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