By baking and boiling you cover your basesLike double or triple knotting your shoelacesYou make sure your onion doughs stay in their placesAnd knock the hunger right out of eaters’ faces
bagel bones break easily‘neath crusts that crack and tear freelyif i could the near future seei’d know that was the fate for me my skin will peel in warm sunshineand bleed like onions on the vine’til wolves and wives and worms come dineon these brittle bagel bones of mine
my bagel’s worth braggingand boasting abouti smirk when i slice itand toast it all outyour envy is obviousdon’t say you’re not‘cuz onions cause far fewerteardrops n’ snot
i don’t know what i’m eatin’but i sure know what i ateburpin’ up the onion gasfrom bread rings of yesterday now i know how it feelsto taste again my long since finished meal here it comes again
When half my bagel’s been eaten right throughI usually say it just can’t be true When half my bagel is chewed up and goneI scream and throw objects out on the lawn When half my bagel’s been shoved down my sacI would do anything to get it back When half my bagel succumbs to my biteI weep onion tears the rest of the night Yet deep down in my stomach’s heart I knowWhen half of it’s gone, there’s still half to go
front door pushes openkitchen light litknife block turned slightly out of place are those crumbs on the carpet?cream cheese on the rail?the faint waft of onion in the hall? i want to throw back that bedspreadand reveal a harmless pillow,but the pit in my stomach says i shouldn’t