Onion

Onion, onion

How do you do?

Were you meant to be so spicy?

I think you know

 what

  I'm

 t a l k i n g

    aboot

Eat time I bite into you

I feel the need to chew and chew

  Faster to down you into my gut

Your spiciness puts me into a rut

    Were you always so sassy?

  Or did you develop a case of Lassie?

       Maybe you're just classy

I can't remember how to greet you

 Besides my usual, "Hello, you're an onion. Guess this is happening."

Oh, sandwich... what is that relationship like?

With the onion and the tomato after intercourse with the knife?

    Are you jealous? Are you in strife?

No... you're a god damn sandwich. You have no ability to even... *sigh* Nevermind...

 Eating a sandwich under the moonlight

At 12 p.m.

A tormented banana sobs

  Peace