A tiny drop of gel, as clear as glass,
To watch the weary shadows slowly pass.
With a cooling touch and a scent of lime,
It stops the dusty ticking of our time.
The city's smoke and the midday heat,
Are washed away in a rhythm sweet.
Rubbing the bubbles in a circular grace,
Across the tired canvas of the face.
From the oily shine to the hidden pore,
It opens up a fresh and glowing door.
A mountain spring in a plastic tube,
For every angle and every facial cube.
The sleepy eyes begin to open wide,
As the foamy clouds start to slip and slide.
No more dullness, no more gray,
Just a bright beginning to a brand-new day.
Rinse it all off with a splash of cold,
A story of freshness that never gets old.
The towel is soft, the skin is now free,
The best version of you for the world to see.
Nothing feels better than that "squeaky clean" feeling after a long day!