So it all started out innocently enough
I was just preparing to make shrimp with stuff
In determination, I held tight to my sharp knife
Silently sent a sorry to what would undergo strife.
But if I thought I was in ultimate control
Then my perception crashed soon to the floor…
Though I held the knife,
Which danger is its life
What that round thing was about to do,
Must’ve undoubtedly done the same to you…
There you are, sunshine thoughts in your head
Yet the onion plans revenge while it’s being shred
Despite the smile inside you, one eye begins to burn
And as soon as you blink quicker, it’s the other eye’s turn!
You grab another onion firmly and chop faster now
Yet this onion thinks of the same revenge plot – how?
You’re quite shocked when a tear slides your face
But you refuse to quit because you can’t lose this race!
So you chop chop chop in a frantic frenzy
Perhaps you looked depressed and a little crazy
You take a pause when the tears literally pour
Relax for a few seconds, then brace yourself for more.
But surprisingly enough, no more tears did come
Perhaps after the battle, they were all done
I suspiciously glared at the onions, both chopped and whole
And numbly realized they were giving up and letting me take control.
Long story short:
Onions do look quite innocent enough…
Even if that innocence can be merely a bluff.
P.S.: Please don’t ask me why I wrote this. It was an in-the-moment-while-the-onion-was-making-me-cry thing.