Hyaluronic Acid Poem by John Carter Brown

Hyaluronic Acid

Hyaluronic acid

Hyaluronic acid,
what a wonderful thing it must be,
mending your skin and your joints we are told
as easy as A, B and C.

At first I was really a sceptic
didn't even believe it was real,
but it seems that it is, and I now know
that it's job is to mend and to heal.

I now feel as though I've been chastened,
what they claim in the adverts is true,
though your body produces the acid itself
the creams work, so get in the queue.

By John Brown July 2022

Friday, February 16, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: july
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