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…