I thought you would be different from the others,
I tried to look under the dirt covered surfaces,
Layer upon layer I took apart,
Only for tears to depart....
Tears led to aggravation,
I then plunged you under water in frustration,
In a pool with all the rest,
Then only can my tears come to a rest...
Yet my work was not done,
You should not remain as one,
Hence out came the knife,
To do what I must in life....
A few slices did not do the job,
All because you made me sob,
Since I was in a rush,
You were turned into mush...
That is the end of your story,
I could not say I am sorry,
Oh Mr. Onion, you could not be finner,
Sacrificed to be one's dinner....
*I was cutting a whole basket of onions... and was rather inspired... haha just some random writings*
*The onions was skinned, sliced and blended....*