Magic Salve
As we talked about life and the problems we have,
I pulled out of my pocket a can I call Magic Salve.
You rub it on wherever the pain hurts the most.
Believe me it works, I don’t mean to boast.
Whatever the ailment or the problem you have,
It’s a guaranteed cure all this wonderful salve.
Warts or psorasis or what ever the need,
I guarantee this to work, guarantee it indeed.
A broken heart it can cure but you have to beware,
Don’t use too much cause it can remove hair.
An upset tummy nothing else can compare,
Rub a little on the pain, by this salve you will swear.
From rheumatism to arthritis, from pneumonia to the flu .
Just rub a little on you is all that you do.
From the colic to the croup, you can forget chicken soup,
And should you get constipated it can even help you to po__ ?
Buy a small can or get the family size plan,
Either way you’re a winner it’s the best in the land.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2007
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