this is 'why i want your birth certificate' - part two. giggling is permitted.

why i won't take you to the spa

Getting our faces peeled
is a luxury neither of us
could ever afford.

I'd bleed too much,
and you too little,
and either way the jig
would be up my friend.

I'm breaking out the
eggs and milk. We'll
mix it up and spread
it thick. Let it dry
and slick it off.
Leave the residue
on the porcelain.

I say we each keep
our skins to ourselves my friend.

a_start
Thank you both. Susan your comments are kinda poetic in themselves. :))

Susan Jarvis
A dollop of wry humour that may well leave someone with a smear of egg on their face...unique and provocative, and the closing lines are a triumph. :)