OnionsA Poem by BootlegA dark Limerick that will make you say: Holup!“My mum cut onions now I cry The tears incinerate my eyes The pain stabs my heart Like a poison dart Because my little pet got sliced.” © 2022 BootlegAuthor's Note
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Added on March 8, 2022 Last Updated on March 8, 2022 Author
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