My Favorite Fruit
My favorite fruit is the onion.
That might sound silly, to you,
But I find it simply astounding
What the humble Allium cepa can do.
I've seen it bring grown men to tears--
Men far to manly to cry.
"It's only the onion," they shamefully claim,
As they sniffle and snuffle, and mop at their eyes.
If someone is giving you trouble;
If they constantly get in your face,
Eat an onion a day; that will keep them away,
And stop their habitual cramping your space.
Now, peaches are peachy, but fuzzy,
And apples delicious, it's true,
But my favorite fruit is the onion--
I'll send a bouquet of green onions to you.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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