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 ...