Onion Poems - Poems about Onion

Ollie onion had never been this mad in his life He turned all his anger on the kitchen knife How dare you try to peel me, you interloper, he said. The knife was embarrassed, his face turned red. I did not know that you were alive, he admitted. No one told me this, I am confused, he spitted. Ollie was not...

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A colleague once gave me, on paper, A recipe written by hand For Passover rolls And one of her goals Was for choices I’d make to expand. Though they can’t substitute for a bagel Or some sourdough or seeded rye, For the holiday week When some bread I might seek, They’re a stand-in on which I rely. When I make them, I’m thinking of Mildred, Though...

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Satire is a tricky thing And won’t appeal to half Of its potential readers, But the other half will laugh. The Onion is satirical And I’m, for sure, a fan, For it pokes fun of politics (At least, while it still can). Like other periodicals, It focuses on news, With weddings, deaths and real estate Attracting many views. There also is a horoscope And lots of...

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People love at first sight Friends love me for my first dish With my shrimp spring onion roll This consists of medium-sized shrimps Bacon, beans, ham, egg, cilantro, basil And lastly it must be onion Mix and wrap in a Shanghai roll Deep fry till look brown and taken easy Serve a bowl right away freely on the table People are heartless...

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For if my heart Were such as this With taste and tears On every kiss It could explain Each reason why The love lorne layers Do testify To pungent faith Flavoursome hope Formed in the dark With potent scope To underpin The panoply Of every tasty Recipe ...

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Hi! Who am I? I'm an onion, allegorically, Speaking strictly metaphorically. You may see I have a human form - To the "human" definition I conform, But, for our purposes today, I'm an onion.  Is that OK? I'll peel myself before your eye. If you don't mind, though, I'm a little shy. First, I'll take away my outer layer, My given name, Dave Crandall, But my social...

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Strong coffee and onion soup are what I need on this grey December day with an overcast sky and a mix of rain and sleet lacking the joie de vivre of either. ...

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Soup bowls and mugs come in all sizes ...

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I first ordered French Onion Soup while dating a new girl I’d met I did this to seem worldly-wise; This is something I wouldn’t advise; It’s a soup that plays hard to get! It arrived and threw me a loop; For a start, it’s covered in bread sealed with some hot molten cheese. I stared long and thought, holy-jeez then picked up a spoon...

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I, naughtily, peeled and peeled you to find the truth within, You have, dear, taught me the philosophy of nothingness; Each of your petals, like magical herbs, tickles my skin, Each leaf, as a united nation, enwraps your thickness...! In you is fulfilled the Buddhist concept of Nirvana, You are accused of arousing sensuality too; The Israelites, in each step, seeking...

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I miss the old days where only you had my key I miss the old times - running wild and free I miss the old house and your pool and banana tree I miss the days when it was about you and me I miss Colima - oh that windy road I miss when we complained about how we couldn't...

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Since you wanna play riddles and poetry puzzles with me Before we go any further - allow me to bring you up to speed I just got cheated on - not even a month fresh After a terrifying, drug-infused, domestic violence, eight year conquest With someone I devoted from the beginning with 100% loyalty A narcissistic, skitso, egotistical soul -...

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An onion had it's day in court. It sliced and diced a false report. Now when this onion starts to speak, it's oozing mold begins to leak. This onion's spoiled, so bruised and brown. No other onion wants him around.....

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In prepping for a funeral The family gathered in the hall They sat there all mourning Even though it was nightfall He had eaten lots of vegetables Yet, he passed on in his suite Must have still had too much sugar And not enough heart beets A farmer by trade, he grew Not just beets but onions too When he passed, they...

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The puppet pranced The strings frayed A jackass brayed As poppin’ hoppys Sat and rose In ballet dance Of well browned nose Applause and “clapture” of Stockholm rapture A mocking strut Of failing stature Overseers jaundiced eyes Pundits seeking pulitz prize Dissect the metaphoric frog Wash it down with pints of grog Amidst the spin of liars din They shout pick me let’s ride again Update quickly twitter feeds Sating lustful twitter needs Condense...

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