Lipschtick

Lipschtick (Upon request for Sunday Scribblings.)Her smile’s stuck,Just like a clown.A ruby guckIs on her frown. Forensic eyesMight take a peek,Then realizeIt’s just Clinique.For scarlet glossHas smeared beneath,And, though she floss,It’s on her teeth.Want to read more? Click here to see "Lipschtick," or click here to subscribe to an RSS feed for this writer's helpful Helium content. Or