In need of some vital relaxation and
Not particularly feeling my perfect best
I decided to visit the salon for a treatment or two
Expecting to emerge beautiful and full of zest.
Robbed of my clothing and attired in white dressing gown
I resembled a polar bear on heat
Sweet little white mules were prescribed for me
And I slipped them on to my feet.
First stop was a massage applied by knowing hands
My spine tingled and my flesh felt alive
Then as a treat I was offered the opportunity
Of donning swimsuit and into cold pool to dive.
Well, I wasn't overly keen on that, so
I floated for an hour in the salt bath instead
After which my manicurist buffed my nails to shine
Then I crawled back upon the treatment bed.
My next favourite was the mud-pack facial
Nearly scaring myself half to death
She said it would work best if I lay quite still
Not attempting to take a deep breath.
Exfoliated, plucked and gleaming
I stepped out on streets below
I'm sure I exuded comeliness and serenity
Fragrantly showered in a lasting after-glow.