An Onion Seller From Orleans Poem by Christopher Tye

An Onion Seller From Orleans



An Onion Seller From Orleans

He came from Orleans with onions red and brown,
All his stews were stuffed with onions,
So fed up with his lot in life and work,
So he retired and said that's shallot I'm off to New Orleans,
All of Orleans cried as they peeled their onions that night.

By Christopher Tye

Monday, October 31, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous,humour,work
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 31 October 2016

Simple but interesting and meaningful.

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Edward Kofi Louis 31 October 2016

Onions! ! Humour. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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