Whiz kids whisk viscid mixes into a biscuit.
She gets to risk it all on a piss kit. Is it his kid? We can fix it. A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket. This stuff is viscid. This oven doesn't want a biscuit. Let's whisk it.
Another limerick! Or maybe a rap? That's one for anyone out there who have been in that viscid predicament. I'm glad I never had to make that decision. But if I was in that situation - who knows - life presents you with opportunities to test all your internal values. If it didn't work for me at the time, I would have chosen it in an instant.