I rub my bunions with onions
Cause you see they are pretty sore
I rub my bunions with onions
Cause it's all been done before
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Grey clouds forming, covering the sky
Blue sky fading, disappearing while I
Morn the loss of the warming sun
The day promised brightness
...
Some poems are so raw
Like and underdone and bloody steak
They may be good for the writers soul
But leave the reader feeling butchered
...
I'm feeling quite jaded this morning
I dragged myself out of bed
moved slowly to the kitchen table
and now there's an ache in my head
...
Here's the line up in the race today
We have a fine field of horses,
Inspiration, Motivation, Thought,
Ego, Critic, Selfdoubt, Verses and Emotion
...
I don't mean to skite
But When flying my kite
I fly it so high in the air
I don't mean to skite
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Bunions & Onions
I rub my bunions with onions
Cause you see they are pretty sore
I rub my bunions with onions
Cause it's all been done before
I've seen my sister do it
I thought it very strange
Why rub your feet with onions
Does it keep away the mange?
It's supposed to help the swelling
She patiently explained
I haven't lost my marbles
And my head is not deranged
So I rub my feet with onions
Cause I took my sisters cue
And when my bunions give me hell
I know just what to do
You may think I have lost it
You may think I'm rather mad
But rubbing my feet with onions
Has started a strange new fad.