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Ode to Onion
Onion o Onion
Oger-like Onion
Peel away thy layers
And make thee cry
Onion o Onion
Obselete Onion
Sharp Stinging Smell
Scrape upon my nose
Onion o Onion
Obscene Onion
Travel down my tongue
And make me slaver
A sensual vegetable
If ever one were found
Brings tears to the eyes
And a kick to the tongue
Ode to the Beloved Onion
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Comments
ozone the fox Says:
Arska Says:
xDD this is funny
Baka Deku Says:
now that i think about it, onion never makes me cry... weird.
Articuno Says:
Mmmmm onions are soooo nice! Specially when fried and shoved into burgers!!!! Nice poem! Nice pic!
Tokyo a go go Says:
onions rule
XeaL Says:
hilarous
favved
SpineJ Says:
LMAO

WhiteHawk Says:
lol
vladetuczekovski Says:
Now this is my kinda poem!
What's slaver mean?
Angryman101 Says:
I love you even more now