Phil Soar

Gold Star - 49,936 Points (28.06.1952)

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)

Topic(s) of this poem: funny

Comments about The Advert by Phil Soar

  • Kelly Kurt (3/24/2015 3:47:00 PM)

    I enjoyed it. Form? That implies rules. No apologies necessary! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 24, 2015

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