The Advert Poem by Phil Soar

The advertisement read that I need this appliance
a trap that reeled me in at quite a pace
a miracle cure to rid me of my wrinkles
to rid me of the lines upon my face

So ordering online, in such a hurry
I clicked upon a box without a thought
not understanding what the product offered
or even knowing what the hell I'd bought

It arrived with an amazonian expressness
I couldn't wait and thought that I would try on
Imagine my pure horror when I got it
to get rid of my wrinkles was an Iron!

(with apologies for the lack of poetic form)