i fill you upwith onion layerscrust and carbs and cream cheesei fill you upwith fragrant flavorspleasing tongue and taste budsi fill you upin many waysand whenever you want itand though i’m gladto fill you upi stay forever empty
i predict the sun will stay way off in outer spacei predict that dog will come and try to lick my facei predict these poems will soon get somewhat repetitiousi predict this onion bagel will taste quite delicious
That clock is a pizza,Twelve slices round,Or an onion bagel,All toasty and browned,Now it’s a pie filledWith fruit or with meat,What time is lunch coming?I’m dying to eat!
I bought myself a bagelPaid for it in cashTook a little bite and gaveMyself a cream cheese ‘stache Still I liked its flavorSweet and onionySo my second, larger biteMade a cream cheese goatee Blind to all the gawkersWho clearly thought me weirdI bit the biggest bite of allAnd got a cream cheese beard That’s when they all stood upSaid to me “We’re through!”Where’d they get the nerve to cut shortMy job interview?
baby be bravebe bold and be strongit’s not as bad as you thinksometimes the sufferingseems so severeit sends you right to the brinkbut try not to tumbleor turn toward the hurttime can repair how you ailwhatever your woes areit could be worseit’s not like your onion bagel’s stale
cleaning the toastera life turned upside downforgotten memories,crusty onion crumbs,falling fast to the counter below overcome,you wonderwhich is shaken more –this handy appliance,or your very soul?