In the beaming light
of day you stand apart
A slender green stemmed
onion with bulbous start...
Your distinct aroma
is causing tension...
Innocently triggering
pungent dissension
While being shunned...
floral fellowship is bleak
You long to be with friends
like the garlic and leek
Among lovely pastel tulips
poised and proper in the garden
Your unpleasant odor
invites a 'beg your pardon'
5/18/2010
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