Sweet Little Me

Poem By Sarda Mohan

I am an onion pink and plump
I love to roll around and jump
With my rich flavour and my taste
I add joy to every face.
When you peel me, I don’t cry
Yet you call me unkind. Oh, my!
I am not to be blamed, Am I?
For bringing tears to every eye

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A fine joke hidden inside the onion peels.


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