Sweet Little Me Poem by Sarda Mohan
Sweet Little Me
I am an onion pink and plump
I love to roll around and jump
With my rich flavour and my taste
I add joy to every face.
When you peel me, I don’t cry
Yet you call me unkind. Oh, my!
I am not to be blamed, Am I?
For bringing tears to every eye
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4/23/2024 10:38:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A fine joke hidden inside the onion peels.