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The Onion
by Gary HoffmannToday I tell you I was in
Telepathic communication
With a medium sweet onion.
And it said without a grin,
Nor shame, nor pride, nor violin,
Without malice or benevolen-
ce or fear,
"I'm an onion."
There was only a great cognition:
Against the might of All creation
It must keep on onionin'.
And as I grokked its situation
I understood its trepidation,
but even so its pure elation
was clear,
"I'm an onion." 01/14/2007 Posted on 01/14/2007
Copyright © 2025 Gary Hoffmann
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 01/14/07 at 06:31 PM How brilliant. I love the cooking and food-related poem themes. Today while prepping a small onion for making biscuits, I was told in no uncertain terms in my eyes that this was an onion. Forgot to do the cold water first on the hands trick, and it was a strong one I guess. Brilliant poem. |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/07/08 at 05:43 PM going on the favorites. this is pert and satisfying! hehe |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/24/09 at 03:06 PM A perfectly splendid POTD! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/24/09 at 04:44 PM Long overdue as POTD. How did I miss this when first posted??? Humorous...clever piece Gary. Congrats...adds to favourites. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 04/24/09 at 06:16 PM oh, this is great! I love " keep on onionin'." that's terrific! |
| Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 04/24/09 at 11:17 PM Reading this poem made me and my partner grin like idiots. Thanks for a wonderful POTD. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 12:50 PM I'm grinnin' like an onion. The truth in this is so deep, I wonder why I'm grinning? |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 12:51 PM e l a t i o n ! |
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