A fun poem, but not funny really.It is a hard economy.
Oh how sad, how very sad
I’m sorry to say
this thing on earth makes me cry
I’d avoid it anyway.
A quiet person as I am
I do not make a scene
sensitive and vulnerable, truly
calm and serene.
Do not torture me
or make me the object of your fun
for I’m easily moved to tears
whenever I chop an onion.
And with the price of onions soaring here
reason all the more
to grieve over, this shrewd makeover
hoarding items in go-down store.
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