Hail the aroma of Neutrogena!
Saccharine breath of glycerina!
Thou rock me like a hurricane,
And taste of noxious sugar cane.
Ambrosia sent by Gods of lye,
O heavenly lather in my eye,
Resplendent goo of gingered brown,
In thy surge I eagerly drown.
Pour thy sugar on me, love,
Thou fit me like a sudsy glove,
A brick of origin tureen,
And yet thou always make me clean.
Sorrel soap! Thy glorious song,
Is what I long for all day long,
How dost thou do, that which thou does?
And why are you so expensive?
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