I Hate Cooking, and I Hate Onions After I Cut My Finger
Ouch, to cut my finger...
Pain and blood spills and does longly stay and linger.
To give my sliced appendaged digit a much needed bath...
I won't cook for a living, or go to school for typing or even take math.
Math and onions i do not like...
I'd rather have a tooth pulled or be super glued to a seatless one peddled
down hill travelling brakeless bike.
I'll only eat onions that are totally cooked...
I wont go to a restaurant and look on a menue to oder it from the waitress,
it will never be booked.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
