A Talking Onion

 

I yelled into the canyon

that an echo I might hear

Instead, there came a tiny voice

“Hey Mr., look down here.

 

I’m by your shoe

upon the dirt –

if you would be so kind…

 

The farmer’s gathered

all his crops

but left me here behind.”

 

Excuse me Mr. Onion

but I haven’t any choice

You haven’t got a mouth

or lips,

and yet you have a voice.

 

I’m going to put you

in this bag

and carry you to town,

 

For with a talking onion

I’ll be the richest man

around.

 

“Be careful Mr.

don’t back up -

the edge

is just right there.”

but as they both

went over –

their echo filled the air.

 

 

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