Winter Skin

In winter, my skin starts to itch
Like someone has turned on a switch.
To get some relief,
Which is helpful, but brief,
I give in to some ad man’s slick pitch.

I have tried every lotion and cream
But each failure makes me want to scream.
Though it’s better than pain,
Itching drives me insane;
It feels worse than the problem might seem.

Poison ivy might give you a clue
How it feels, or there’s chicken pox, too,
Or mosquitoes galore;
Need I say any more?
Oh, I wish I knew what I could do…