Why O Why O Bloody Why - Poem by Pickled Onion
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?
please tell me why O why!
am i the only one thats going to not be eaten
i feel so sad
so left out
Does anyone like me?
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