Modern Life is Rubbish...
Social Commentary Poems. Comtemporary.
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Onion head, was an unlucky one,
Always had to avoid the sun
If he got hot, his skin would peel
And evryone would start to squeal
An onion scent would fill the sky
And poor onion would be blamed for making everyone cry
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