Ah, often the salesman doth smile too much

usually means what he's selling doesn't work

He's got the knack though the midas touch

he can sell ice to the eskimo, jerk

He has got the patter down, off the cuff

On unsuspecting spenders he does lurk

To praise and extol his dubious stuff

If you purchase, commission, thats his perk

My heart falls to my toes, he makes it lurch

Flattery can work on my emotions, park

Other day couldn't get rid, sold a torch

To dodge him be up earlier than lark

Next time I see him I'm running away

Especially when its precious pay day