Onion Soup
Chop onions into black sauce pan.
Smell wavers up, nostrils expand.
Some like topped with bread, cheese.
Tasty without. Goes down with ease.
Beef broth hits the spot, it's hot.
We're having it with BLTs and fries.
I rinsed the onions and I didn't cry.
Soup's simmering on stove for dinner.
It smells so good, sure to be a winner.
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