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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 © | Year Posted 2005




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