Pickled Onion (23/3/87 / Bournemouth)
Biography of Pickled Onion
Pickled Onion's Works:
Pickled....is there no other way?
Pickled Onion Poems
Why O Why O Bloody Why
Why do people not put me in their mouths? Am i not tasty? do i not make them have a nice feeling? do i smell?
Is It Just A Joke To Them
is it just a joke to them making me feel like shit making me feel like i dont belong just because i dont like mindless music
They Call Me Hannah
Hannah backwards is Hannah some people find it confusing is it? i think
You get a Russian doll You open it up And there's another one Then you open it up
Did you know French people have webbed feet! They stink of garlic They wear frenchy hats And they eat Jambon with a slight cut of snail
Pens Are For Writing! Are They?
There are so many different uses for pens! You can also use them for writing if you must But surely you must be boring?
There once was a farmer who lived on a farm and then he died of old age Then the animals couldn't cope with the stress of loosing a loved one
Ants they get everywhere in your pantaloons in your sandwichs
10 Insane Men
There were 10 insane men 1 of them died 1 of them laughed 1 of them cried
I'm alone in hiding, where i find this piece of girls leg. It dropped from hell where the slut had shot her dog how dare she, am i meant to feel guilty apon her leave? she was in the wrong
they get everywhere
in your pantaloons
in your sandwichs
and in your bag
whats there purpose
whats our purpose?