Rushed

Rushed

I’d
Like
To
Make
A 
Little
Rhyme
To
Play
And 
Ease 
The
Way,
But
I’ve
No
Time.
Tons
To
Do,
And
When
I’m
Through,
The
Dentist
Waits
To 
Tell 
Me
My
Toothsome
Fate.
For
Now,
This
Must
Suffice,
But
I’ll
Keep
The
Rest
Of
My
Thoughts
On
Ice,
Until
I’m
Back
On
Track.