What is my Name Rhyming for So

Water glycerin oil or gel,
Which one is it you cannot spell?
So rub the neck before the bell,
‘Cause tap is slow, she give a yell;
Who or what am I, can you tell?


Lather me up as well as down;
On my face to look like a clown;
Then wash between those lines and curves,
And don’t get on my edgy nerves;

Now that you have eaten hors d’oeuvres!


Lather me up to look like snow;

On the body parts you should know;
Wash me off when the task is done;
Refresh once more, for dirt must run;
Then I know for sure, I have won.


In walked the maid who slipped and fell;

Scum in the tub with an odd smell;

Grime and grease belong to a well;
A skunk is here, she said farewell;
Off she went to a new hotel.


©Paterika Hengreaves