sonnet I cosset vials inside

I cosset phials inside this carpet bag
They heal hale any hobbled champion knight
They blend in water jugs they wet a rag
The white witch spells if spouted siphon plight
Ive gargling goldenseed should you gag
Ive salving honey should you bide a bite
Ive airing andrograhis should you flag
Ive lulling willow should you tense up tight
Heres ti tree oil Id sterilise a scratch
Ill stitch the wider wounds they wont waylay
Come let me look inside your black eye patch
Pop peppermints for tummy bug dismay
Numb knight Im not a mother nor a whore
A nursing damsel rather care at core
Chorus whore callgirl prostitute