Transgression of an onion -
Metaphor of a human being
encapsulated in a bee
- actually, the way it flies.
I sometimes wonder:
Do onions cry?
When they are chopped?
Or maybe peeled?
Grilled?
And if to bee is not to rhyme?
Possibly - at the same time.
...And then came the prince
And kissed her shoe.
This - apparently - should this time do.
But the pea under the mattress
escaped from its duty,
the pumpkin - for a carrot
dressed up - looked goofy,
And at the top of this encounter
was a cherry tree...
Soul will follow after.
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