The Devil's Food

Onions, so vile a food

Just the thought of onions ruins my mood

They should be outright banned

Instead of chopped, cooked and canned

Even preparation makes you cry

Eat one? I think I'd rather die

I refuse to eat that devil's spawn

Those sell them can only be cons

Delicious? I think not

They should be burned rather than bought

Hell hath no fury

Like onions cooked in curry.

In hell, you see them by the dozen

Related to the demons, their cousin.

I despise all onions, true

Except Onion Soup, Whoo-Hoo!

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