365 Poems in 365 Days: Quite a Pickle
They bite, they sting,
They make a great crunching
With sandwiches or meat
They are something of a treat
I may cry, just a little
As you give those onions a pickle
Number 329 is for the pickling process. Vinegar AND onions? Do they WANT me to cry?
They make a great crunching
With sandwiches or meat
They are something of a treat
I may cry, just a little
As you give those onions a pickle
Number 329 is for the pickling process. Vinegar AND onions? Do they WANT me to cry?
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