I bought a jar of face cream just the other day

And, entré nous, it really was expensive;

Could I believe the wondrous claims it made?

The list went on, and it was most extensive.

Now, I’ll never know for sure

If these claims were true or not

For I dropped the jar on the bathroom floor

And lost the blooming lot.

For it shattered and it splattered-

Some landed on the loo

And I was in a quandary

What was I to do?

Was it possible I could retrieve

Some of that costly goo?

For a large amount of hard earned cash

Had ended up with quite a splash

Of course not. I had to clean it up

And that took a fair amount of toil

And by the time I finished

My blood had reached the boil.

So I made a vow, right there and then

Since my days are growing shorter,

No more expensive creams for me

I’ll stick to soap and water.