Winter Skin

In winter, my skin starts to itch Like someone has turned on a switch. To get some relief, Which is helpful, but brief, I give in to some ad man’s slick pitch. I have tried every lotion and cream But each failure makes me want to scream. Though it’s better than pain, Itching drives me insane; It feels worse than the problem might seem. Poison ivy might give you a clue How it feels, or there’s chicken pox, too, Or mosquitoes galore; Need I say any more? Oh, I wish I knew what I could do…