On bathbombs and the ephemeral
I went into the scented apothecary (lush)
For it smelt like a gourmand dream
So soon my scent grew weary
So I chose a random scheme
A gem shaped chalky piece
That smelt like rose and myrrh
(Unknowing it was to cease)
I dropped it into my bath, and watched the witchery occur
Damn you wretched homeopath!
Perfume merchant mocker
Who sold me that purple sphere
Dowsing gold, silver and copper
Did smaller and smaller appear
Fizzled up and exploded
Left that pretty gem eroded!
So now I'm left in tears:(
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