Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

I Hate Cooking, And I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger. - Poem by Michael Gale

Ouch, to cut my finger...
Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger.

To give my sliced append-aged digit a much needed bath...
I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math.

Math and onions i do not like...
I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seat-less one peddled
down hill travelling brake-less bike.

I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked...I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menu to order it from the waitress, it will never be booked.

Comments about I Hate Cooking, And I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger. by Michael Gale

  • Brian Jani (7/3/2014 7:21:00 AM)

    Yah i can relate to this situation depicted in your poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/31/2009 2:40:00 PM)

    Nice poem.
    and btw, I hate math and onions too!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 31, 2009

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