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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