Free verse № 63038
goofy poem to prove I'm not morbid (Ode to an Onion)
No other force on earth
Has the power to make people cry
Simply by being in their presence.
Mightiest of Vegetables -
You grow -
Underground.
And perhaps there is sensitivity to you...
A gentleness
Beneath all the layers...
Or perhaps I am being
Overly Romantic -
And you are simply -
An Onion.
Warrior Food -
Bane of Orthodontists.
Defender of Halitosis.
To think...
If Eve had tempted Adam
With you -
Instead of a paltry Apple...
We would still be roaming Paradise.
Great Onion -
Ruler of Indigestion...
But I am still stro nger than you.
And my only tribute -
To your Magnificence -
Is to sautee you,
And call you -
Quite Tasty.
6-19-03
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With you -
Instead of a paltry Apple...
We would still be roaming Paradise"
and smelling his bad breath... i think my plum idea is a better one.. ;/
blessed with 7.
PLUMS!!! PLUMS!!! purple plums.. sweet, good on breath, your lovers lips will thank you for it!!!!
i smell someone who hides behind the moon, i smell a goon that wants to play a game i love.. or perhaps i smell blood that has not been spilled yet.. shall this veggie taste thy blood.. shall it flow as a large watercourse, or drain via the carved delta?
-sniff- my teeth ache for flesh..
_dark scribbles notes: "Patient is an emotional puff ball"_
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