The Wrinkle In the Story

At night I slather on my face An anti-wrinkle cream So it can make me youthful While I toss and turn and dream. Of course it doesn't work and yet, This ritual remains, With just the manufacturer To really make some gains. Surprisingly, I saw an ad (Full-page, The New York Times) That made me laugh, for irony Inspires many rhymes. It claimed most women do believe They're judged based on their age; Unfairly, too, the font declared Upon the paper's page. The ad was paid for by Olay, My anti-wrinkle maker, Reminding us that age should not Define a gal or break her. A bit ironic, don't you think? To follow their advice, I should not use their anti-aging Wrinkle merchandise!