Spectacle Wipes Poem by Paul Reed

Spectacle wipes clear the fog
Allowing you to look through the smog
They're useful bits of moistened tissue
With them you couldn't have an issue;

For if, like me, your sight is mediocre
Despite being a careful and cautious non-smoker
Binoculars might seem to be the only cure
For clouded vision that is so poor;

But when you're next peering through smears
All may not be as grim as it first appears
And your bleary problem I can fix
With a little sachet (sold in boxes of 26):

So do not despair, the answer is here
To make things once again seem crystal clear
Yes, restore your vision to cherry ripe
With a quick rub from a spectacle wipe.