THE POOR BEAUTIFUL ONION

She was beautiful at birth

Plumpy to perfection

With promissory juice

And was as fresh as the morning dew

Then it caught its owner’s eye

He searched frantically for its DNA

Which required he peeled her

So he peeled

And peeled

And peeled

And peeled

Until it reached the bottom of its lifespan

There was no sign of a shoot for replacement

It was then it dawned

He should have allowed it to grow to old age

And rot in order to give him what he needed

Dawning of dreary dawns depresses and depletes sorries

Sad

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

(Picture by Google pictures)

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