Ode to Tiger Balm.

Oh Tiger Balm, how do I love thee, let me count the ways.

I love thee for your spicy scent and when applied to my shoulder, you supply ample opportunities for me to catch a whiff of you.

I love thee for your icy hotness and the “oxymoron-ess” that results from that — and your mystical magical healing properties.

And I love thee because you are called “Tiger Balm” — because you truly are da bomb, like tigers are.

‘Nuff said.

This is why I’m not a poet. :)

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