The Onion
Slicing and dicing, I chopped an onion right.
I went to cut, and a spray of juices hit my eyes.
As timidly as I tryed, I could help but cry.
when to my sickly suprise
The thumb I chopped off
Fell down to my side.
Slicing and dicing, I chopped an onion right.
I went to cut, and a spray of juices hit my eyes.
As timidly as I tryed, I could help but cry.
when to my sickly suprise
The thumb I chopped off
Fell down to my side.