I like ANYTHING flavored with Onion ... I like Onion rings ... I like Onion straws ... I don't, however, care for them raw. In powder they're handy ... On 'taters they're prized ... And oh that smell ... As they become caramelized! I like French Onion Soup ... I like Onion crisps ... I like them in doses ... I like them in wisps ... On a side note ... I must be fair ... I prefer my friends with ... As many layers ... For seasoning meat ... As many have known ... That flavor infuses ... Right to the bone ... I like any type ... From any ground ... I've tried so many ... The world around ... I like them pureed ... In macaroni salad ... Minced in my meatloaf ... They're definitely valid ... I like how they smell ... Even like how they look ... But for some strange reason ... They MUST be cooked!
Ok, to put this in context, Cné and I were chatting in messages about cooking. She answered me about something in a rhyme ... not to be outdone, I returned the act. AND THIS IS WHAT SPILLED OUT! I DON"T CARE if it sounds like a Dr. Seuss bit ... I like it!