It’s time for a bog! What more can I say?
I’ve been baking this one since yesterday!

My stink biscuit flops out and plummets below.
Planting brown seeds, will I reap what I sow?

As the stench hits I think yes, this is quite rotten.
With myself to blame, I’ve made this, not begotten.

The reeking fills this room so poorly ventilated…
It makes me regret all I ever brownly created.