The secret's out, a real sure bet --
when you are stressed you start to sweat.
The ad guys go to any length
to market stuff with super strength;
deodorants that plug those leaks
so underarms stay dry for weeks.
I wonder, though, what we will do,
when that stuff hardens into glue,
and bonds our arms unto our sides --
how will we hail our taxi rides?
We'll look like penguins on a stroll.
(Admittedly that could be droll.)
I think I'd rather take a chance
on perspiration when I dance.
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