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.