Rime Thyme



Rime thyme slime grime muck.

Gonna’ find some thyme to make this stew mine.

I searched far and wide but ran out of time for thyme

as I brushed against some nettles and felt that tingling burn.

Oh so itchy I wanted to scratch away my skin

so I ran down to the swamp and jumped right in   

and was submerged in rancid gunk from toe to chin

for a short reprieve ‘til the skeeters hit my head like javelins.

I morphed into a pin-head with just enough room for a pea-brain.

Gotta get me back home ‘fore I go insane

so I quickly sloshed my way back in the pouring rain.  

Now inside the house I decide – ‘screw the stew’

and look for a concoction, a remedy, anything will do.

‘The assassin of itch and arrester of sting’ – where are you?

I see it – ammunition for the execution of itch and sting!

All was salved with a grin induced by chuggin’ medicinal gin!

Rhyme thyme slime grime muck…



© David Girard 04/07/19

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