When death comes knocking at my door, I shall eat my fill of garlic, cough in his face; and he shall cringe to his very core. Posted on October 25, 2022 by Kenneth Udut Leave a comment When death comes knocking at my door, I shall eat my fill of garlic, cough in his face; and he shall cringe to his very core. a funny little poem mom wrote today [responsivevoice_button voice="US English Male"] Leave a comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. × nine = 27 Leave a Reply