Better Luck Next Thyme
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A poet once tried to rhyme “turmeric”:
he ate ten big jars, and then murmured “Ick!”
His taste buds murdered,
poor dear old Bernard
bolted up three flights of stairs to be sick.
Copyright © Ben Throne | Year Posted 2023
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