The Scent of Onions
Behold an onion out from a hat
Eager to be put in a pot
It was the only one said the chef
And the dish will not be good without
It was an ungainly sight to see
Skin so dried and dirty splotches wrap
It will do cried the kitchen staff
After a wash and ugly layers peeled
Its humble bulbous shape
Seemed innocuous at first sight
But each layer peeled spewed bile
And pungent rot reeked out
The dirty layer peeled
Gave sight to more dirt inside
And they peeled on with hope
That no more dirt be found
So eager to get the dish begin
With cheers from all
Peeled on till putrid essence squirt
All with unfelt tears began to shed
Peel off the dirt they said
But each layer found dirt anew
Now wafted redolence pervade
But still they cheered
We need an onion no matter what
The one on hand will have to do
Toss it into the stewing brew
And the need will be satisfied
Men both great and lowly
Insist on the culinary treat
No rest till avid palate served
Blighted onion has saved the feast
Heroes and saints are hard to find
Once one is found we lionize without delay
Feet of clay and checkered past ignored
Oh Baal you have mesmerized us anew
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