Onions make you Weep

In this modern kitchen where laughter abounds, Onions emerge, their potency astounds. Strong men, once mighty, now succumb to tears, As the potent onions stir up their deepest fears. Yet within this vulnerability, strength takes flight, As each man trembles, their bravery ignites. With onions sliced and tears freely shed, They cast aside their pride, their emotions spread. The rhythmic echo of knife against the board, Mirrors their struggle, where tears are poured. With each chop, a piece of heart is freed, Merging flavors with emotions, a culinary deed. In the sizzle of pans and cries that rise, Their onions' torment becomes a delightful surprise. For the essence of tears enriches the dish, Infusing their creations with a unique wish. And as they stand, tear-streaked, amidst the flame, Their unwavering dedication plays the game. With each sob, a melody of devotion is played, Crafting culinary delights, both contemporary and staid. A display whose strength lies not in muscle but in belief, In their tears, a testament to their passion and relief, Transforming the humble onion into a feast beyond compare. For within this kitchen filled with heartfelt cries, Culinary artists discover truth behind tear-filled eyes. It is not weakness that surfaces as they weep, But a deep connection to the flavors they reap.