poems about onion bagels

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Set out did I intent to try

to make the perfect bagel,

I leafed through trees of recipes

examined every angle,

For months and years between my ears

I lived a baker’s toil,

Yet all these plans stayed from my hands

And not one bagel boiled;

Until said me, why must there be

a single chosen way?

Can’t I just bake when I awake

one bagel every day?

With soul now loosed I mass produced

my favorite onion food,

They may all not be perfect but

at least they’re pretty good.

How many bagels must I try

before I can contented die?

If I select first an onion,

the answer I suppose is “one.”