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goofy poem to prove I'm not morbid (Ode to an Onion) (Free verse) by greym0on

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

SupremeDreamer 1-Sep-03/7:56 AM
I spit. I pop. I rot. I cause thee to cry, and soon the fumes of my evil peeled layers shall kill thee.

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..




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