Cough! Cough!Cough!
Ouch!tough,
Try this cough syrup,
In no time you will be up.
No infection, no inflammation, no allergen,
In a jiffy, everything gone.
My onion sugar cough syrup is better,
All you need is an onion and sugar,
And a jar.
Cut the onion into round slices
Round rings, not tiny pieces,
Place an onion ring in a jar,
Cover it with sugar,
Place a second slice on top,
Cover the same with sugar on top,
Till you are done.
Close the jar tight,
Leave it overnight.
The next day, your honey coloured cough syrup is ready,
Wish your recovery is speedy.

drips of joy
some of pain
peel me you'll
find restrain
liked or disliked
I‘m all the same
aroma and sight
so guess my name

--"Hint-Hint"--

don't take these
words by surprise
you might shed tears
from your eyes
many have complained
that I'm a nuisance yet
who I am is who I am and
can't help how I was named
open your eyes cant you see
an "ONION" thats just me...

Keep your eyes peeled,
You will cry,
You will cry,
When you chop me, Onion says!

It never saw itself as much,
             a rough coat...
  but underneath that where
             its true potential lay.

But when It looked deeper
          all it saw was conflicting layers.
    Then the unthinkable, others saw
his uses but he just cut into himself.


Tears feel as the feeling of unworthiness
             was cut away as layers fell..
but this was like every other
                     onion depressed at its worth.

but everything is special in another's eyes,
     Were all like a onion, layers of dignity.
But even though we don't see it,
      We all have a worth, were layers of an onion..

i love onions.
onions are great,
who doesn’t love onions?
they’re useful for everything
for improving the state of cuisine,
they make everything better.

when i think of onions,
i think of their ability to change life’s point of view
i think of a turning page.

after searching the market,
i found the perfect onion.
with perfect, glistening skin,
endless interesting layers,
and the taste
i knew
was unforgettable.

i tried to preserve you.
with every slice to your skin,
i’d wrap you back up.
place you in a drawer.
hide you away,
my secret.

eventually, i had to face reality.
you can’t preserve something
that was meant to perish.
your glistening skin was tarnished with scars.
your once deep layers revealed themselves…
shallow.
your “spice of life” flavor,
guess what?
it’s rotten.

now, when i think of an onion
i think of its ability to make me cry.
i think of its foul taste
that leaves regret in my mouth.

i hate onions
and all they stand for.

you’re not useful,
you’re worthless.

who wants the taste of dirt in their mouth?

you don’t make anything better.
you make things worse.
you made me worse.

i’m better off without onions.
i hate them.
i prefer broccoli anyways.

I am an onion
Hiding behind all my layers.
I stand in the rain
Eating wasabi
Cutting tiny pieces of myself.
I hide behind all my layers
So no one knows if or why I am crying
Because, as an onion,
I am not the one who's supposed to cry.