Pig In a Poke
Here is a story that’s hard to forget
A beauty skin product from an old barnyard pet
He calls it Heal Fast and it’s made from pig lard
From the fat little pigs that he kept in his yard
It heals anything from acne to burns
And of jars that he’s sold, he has had no returns
You rub it on wounds or places you chafe
No proof that it works or that it’s even safe
And in spite of the fact it’s not tested so far
He’ll bottle it up and send you a jar
Sure, he’s working with doctors who’ll call FDA
And give them their findings about any day
But until that day (and this isn’t a joke)
You’re buying what’s known as a Pig in a Poke
Another true story from your old Uncle Mike
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2014
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