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.
This is why I’m not a poet. :)