The Onion
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- Written January 2025
And squeezed until you sneeze,
Tears rolling down the cheeks
And all you can do is sniff
Because wiping makes it worse,
And you end up wishing
It would stop, but know it won't
As the damage is done,
So you say why did I ever start?
But the stove is on
And the pan waits
So the sneeze becomes a sizzle
As an aroma fills the air
And you can finally blow it all away.
December 2024
While painting an onion!