Oh, crap! It’s Friday. I need a poem quick,And yeah, that’s as far as I got. I made further attempts but found myself rhyming “now” with “cow” and “pronto” with “Tonto”, and the whole thing started looking really ugly, so... And yes, I realize the first couplet really just rhymes “quick” with itself (and do biscuits made with Bisquick actually rise any faster than regular biscuits?), but if you’re so fancy, what’ve you got? Today’s theme, your choice:
Faster than the rising of a biscuit made with Bisquick.
Oh, crap! It’s Friday, I need a poem...
The brutal agony of being expected to write something terse and clever and metrical and funny—or at least sort of rhymey—every week! For two weeks in a row!or