Thyme and time again!

He cooked her fish with tempting herbs.
She threw it in his face.
"What's wrong?" he cried, and she replied,
"It isn't the thyme or plaice."

poem © Celia Warren 2011

This was inspired by missymoo's challenge, the thyme growing in my mother's garden and my wristwatch.

(It's nearly seven months since I last blipped a time-piece.)