You really made me cry today
I am sorry, I cut off your head the other day
And stripped you naked to withhold this cold
You kept quite cause you were sold
It so happened that I bought you in
I don't regret committing this sin
Yet my tears flow down my cheeks
You didn't shout nor did you speak
As the sharp blades sliced you down
And on the board diced all around
You layed there on the board
Waiting for your reaper to slay you with its sword
I will say grace once I've used you in my cooking
Tell your friends to stop looking
As their days are also numbered next
You are aromatic and taste best
White onions make me cry
So now I'll toss these in the hot pan to fry...


©sim