My first attempt at posting here... Prose isn't my wheelhouse so I've stuck to a format I'm more comfortable with, and hope you enjoy...
Ode To A Garlic Bulb
'sweat it out' they all said,
when I told them of my plight.
'the only way to shake a cold'
and maybe they were right.
But I don't think it was the sweat that cured my cold that night.
'Make me tea' he demanded
'of garlic I've had a feed'.
I filled and flicked the kettle on, accompanied by a sneeze.
'you're ill!' he cried
'we're going no-where!
The place for you is bed!'
I meekly nodded, abandoned cups, to the bedroom I was led.
His bedside manner commanding,
Insistent was his touch.
My fevered body dehydrated and my legs were turned to mush.
'good girl' he smirked as I lay down,
'now don't I always know best?'
I lay my head upon him and, concurring, fluffed his chest.
My breathing became clearer and my sneezing ceased completely.
I said 'well then a second dose might cure me absoFlutely!'
My cold is gone.
But let there not be any confusion.
I still believe all credit belongs to the strong garlic infusion.