It’s A Joke About Thyme, But Alas, It Won’t Rhyme

There once was a guy from Scarborough

Who was fair, but not very thorough.

He made food, garnished sparsely

With sage, rosemary, and parsley

But alas, he didn’t take time enough.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s