If I correctly parsley’d your sentence, Juhi, you want me to cleverly fold some paper into an oregano. To do so, I’d have to take my cloves off. Wait — someone’s at the door. “Cumin!”
No worries — it was just Ginger. She’s not happy about caring for my puss, Mus, and my dog, Gar. There’s mustards in the litter box. And she hates seeing garlic himself. Still, I think she’s trying to curry favor with me.
Now, she’s peppering me with questions. “That’s enough!”, sesame.
Anyway, I promised to write some resistance poetry for that nutMeg. And since thyme’s not on my side, you’ll have to wait un Dill tomorrow.
P.S. Please don’t get mad about saffron.
