A limerick, about an onion.

There once was an onion from Gurney,

whom always had wanted to go on a journey,

he started one day,

but ended in a pot, near bombay

that was the end of poor Ernie.

Twas nine months to grow,

in a day he was sown

eaten in a week

by samantha and Deak

the poor farmer new onions to grow

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