From the moment I uncovered you at the store
I knew you must join us at our home
and that I must have you and then have you some more
I had to possess you for you were what we needed
That you and not Comrade Radish had what I sought
that deep, gleeming, royal coat of red
Your pungent presence and sharp bite
slices made softer by frying in the pan
created a perfection that only you made right
Future meals I had planned with you in mind
But now Frustration and Futility wear on my soul
for nowhere searched did you allow me to find
Where O where my royal red onion have you fled?
Why have you spurned our passionate desires?
Will I find you before your aroma awakens the dead?
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Ode to Ye 'Ole Red Onion
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WOw. Niiice Dennis. Poor missing onion...poor soul who finds (but hopefully doesn't step on) the missing onion...
~DIANA
LOL.
One day you'll be sitting around going "what's that SMELL....???"
A non-smelling onion?
So you compose poetry when you lose groceries you know you bought?
I just swear.
Your way is definitely more cultured.
That was the best poem about a Royal Red Onion that I have read. It made my eyes water.
Nice!
oh, we found the onion! Somehow I had placed it in the freezer and soggy, thawed onion was not a menu item to be highlighted...
So poetic Dennis! Now every time I see the red onion, I'll picture you! Oh, that's scary. ;-)
betty: thank you!
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