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Onions On the Top Or Bottom

The decision is so right We won’t countenance a fight When you are at Bunnings you see The onions are first on the bread To stray will risk you being dead And then your sausage cooked just right Then waiting for your bite Will mean the onions won’t slip Causing a hazard on the floor a bit So the argument is made Tradition or safety for your sausage and bread is the blade! © Paul Warren Poetry

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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