Ode To My Dear Onion

Inside her there are many layers hidden in deep
Every time you meet her you can’t help but weep
Even though her pungent smell makes you want to shout
She dazzles you with her shiny surfaces from in to out

But all that changes when she’s heated up
As she goes all soft and meek as a pup
Her bold stripes and distinctive lines are forced to fade away
Making her skin glow in a translucent way

Although she is short and stout
She is definitely curvy, that’s no doubt
Her hair is rugged and comes in a few strands
Because it normally spends too much time in the sand

But you will never meet her just on the street
Because our dear will be too busy flattering the meat
All served up and ready on a plate
Slowly ending her life, oh what a delicious fate