Sunday, May 9, 2010


Chop one, chop two
No red, black or blue.
Peel off translucent skin
And examine all the flesh within.

Chop, chop, the victim dies
As tears drip from your eyes.
Though you'll never be scorned for it,
The onion forces you to mourn for it.

1 comment:

  1. ha, funny!
    i'll probably think of this the next time I have to chop an onion.