My parents returned from holiday and told me about a man in the airport offering free samples. It seems an odd location to choose for selling this product, as I would imagine that this is about the only place you would want such a product to be unsuccessful.

Somewhere in the airport, before passport control,

Stands a man with samples, there to wheedle and cajole.

He offers forth his bounty, to all the passers-by,

In tiny little portions, free for them to try.

A product that allows them, to realise their dream,

And undo all the years, with a single facial cream.

To remove the lines and wrinkles, acquired over time,

Returning any face, to its appearance at it’s prime.

As he promotes his wares, he shouts he’ll guarantee,

Incredible results, to be achieved instantly.

Imagine for a moment, that this man speaks the truth,

That his miracle concoction, really can return your youth.

After purchasing more lotion, you continue, on your way,

Only to discover, much to your dismay.

That after you’ve stood waiting, for your turn in the queue,

The airport security refuse to let you through.

The photo on your passport, and the face you now possess,

No longer look alike, can you imagine the distress.