This onion got eated
not allowed to be opinionated
he was in a pickle
poor thing couldn't be fickle
out of the jar
nothing to bar
going south
down the mouth.He said
'l'm an onion
treat me as a person
l'm very sweet,
and multy layered
that you can't beat
as you chop me
into your meat..
so YOU! !
when your job is done
just think of me
your sweet onion'..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You will ALWAYS be my sweet onion........ You have bite, acidity, and are always pleasing to the tongue. Ohhh.....the poem? Great. Fran xxxx