My lipstick suddenly lost it’s gloss.
The sheen melted and dripped down my chin.
What was left was neither shiny or becoming
And I said - “no way - not having this - no way.”

So I stomped back to the make-up counter
And registered a vociferous complaint.
The cosmetic clerk attempted to regale me
With some convoluted hugga-mugga
About a glitch in the production line,
Attempting to gloss over the fiasco.

Now I really wasn’t having that,
So I put on a double thick
Lip coating of that diabolical
Oh-so-shiny red lip rouge
And kissed her clear glass counter top
A couple more than fifteen times.
So she will have to clean the gloss off
And maybe next time tell the truth.
ljm