
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Poison me with these here onions would you?
My lover wants to poison me with onions
Some strange and vegetable plot
Some unspeakable sexual act
It’s a matter of fact
In onion soup, in strange green fries
Deep in the heart of Chinese recipes
Messages, ciphers and intrigue
Cookery and chicanery lay siege
To the wok and saucepan
A culinary master plan
Whatever the consequences be
My onion poisoning lover she
Prepares an overdose to comatose
And settle me and bury me
By some sunny south facing wall
Where onions shoot up straight and tall.
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