Ink and Quill- Jess's Poem Collection

One Minute of Your Thyme

Prepare for a pun-fest...

I've been considering thyme.

It's such a grand thing,

Seasoning the universe

With little flecks of green.

And right now,

Holding the concept of it

In my bare hands,

I feel a little overwhelmed.

The spice of the world,

The flavoring of the galaxy,

Laying shriveled in my palms.

You might not believe me:

But I know you will because

Although it'll take

Thyme to chew on,

I'm sure you'll swallow it soon.

For it is a marvelous thing, thyme is,

And you need to believe that it grows,

With each passing second,

Until it finally blossoms,

And at last we don't have enough

Thyme on our hands

To season the fish

In the river of our universe.

Now I'm running out of thyme

For this poem,

So I must conclude.

I know there's always

A thyme and plaice for puns,

And this may not

Have been the right one.

But because you listened, I must say,

Thank you

For your thyme.