Once, A Pong Of Thyme

Once a pong of thyme Adrift upon a gentle breeze It’s herbal scents did find me And it brought me to my knees For once a pong of thyme Inhaled by pauper or by king Has that man an allergy Then wheezing it shall bring Though once a pong of thyme Did test my hooter without ill Alas a pong of garlic Made me run for yonder hill See once a pong of thyme Gave way to scent of allium This poor old aging vampire Was in need of Valium Once a pong of thyme Was finished messing with my head An awful pungent smell came from My wife’s vegetable bed And once the pong of thyme had passed She said by way of reasoning, “I’m pepping up our liquid lunch With home grown garlic seasoning.” So once upon a time My Queen decried me when I said, “O Queen of Dark we need no pep… For we two are undead.” “Once a pong of thyme,” she said, “Has all the pagans sniffy, The garlic will deter them For our house will be too whiffy.” I told her, “Once the pong of thyme Leads yet more garlic through our door Egor will be finding us As ash piled on the floor.” So once the pong of thyme Revealed the potty plan she’d made I told my Queen, “Get Egor in… And give that man a spade!”