A limerick on salt and winter

A limerick  on salt  and winter

When  Love ’s frosty  winter  on open terrace ,a  grimace      

With   costly  paramour draining   your   purse, a growing   menace,

You  offer   her  only   pepper  water,

Her   demurred  looks ,plain  salt  water,

Also   there    swarms   of    bugging   mosquitoes  you  countless  interface.