Great Gramps is in the Vapor Rub again
applying it like mustard plaster to his dying skin.
What's in that stuff
can singe the eyes at ninety feet away.
And has the stench of ammonium
and the half-life of plutonium.
It's curling up the carpets.
It's driving us outside.
It a smell that even skunks and stink bus can't abide.
What it does for grandpa,
we wouldn't speculate
but one thing's for sure
while wearing it he won't get through the pearly gate!
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