Onions

Onions

A Poem by Bootleg
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A dark Limerick that will make you say: Holup!

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“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 Bootleg


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Bootleg
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Added on March 8, 2022
Last Updated on March 8, 2022