DEADLINE

The deadline’s fast approaching; The Editor’s at the door. He needs my poem of the day, I have three minutes more. I can’t log on to Rhymezone To find the perfect rhyme Or check the number of syllables. There simply isn’t time. He says he wants a funny one To spread a little cheer. But I’m not in a funny mood, So I can’t comply I fear. My lover walked out last night And won’t be coming back. Oh oh, here comes the Editor. I’m going to get the sack