The Onion’s Obituary

it wasn’t so long ago on a beautiful spring day

that a yellow onion was planted in fertile ground

giving it a dark and warm place to stay

for a 100 days

but a time came

when the yellow onion was game

for a cook with seasoning intentions

to make culinary inventions

so it was plucked from the ground

without a sound

and carried into the cook’s kitchen

where it was awaited by a chicken

that needed seasoning

and the reasoning

was it would add flavor

making it a meal to savor

but copious tears were shed that day

while peeling it’s life away

as stated in the onion’s obituary

Author: Dave Stancliff

Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 44 years. Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a try. I look forward to meeting you.

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