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
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2024
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