Wrinkle Goop
Before I go to bed at night,
I slather on my face
Some creamy goop that promises
My wrinkles will erase.
Of course it doesn’t work, or else
We’d all look twenty-one.
There’s no way to remove those lines
Once aging has begun.
And yet those products sell like mad
‘Cause every woman’s dream
Is that she can look younger
With a little nightly cream.
I’m way too scared for surgery
And not quite Botox-vain,
So even with my bedtime rite
My creases all remain.
You’d think I would have given up
Since brains I do possess,
But maybe there’s the slightest chance
Those crinkles will loom less.
So I surrender to the hype
Although I know the truth –
No salve or lotion can restore
That lovely skin of youth.
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