poems about onion bagels

Dirty Work – or – Don’t Even Ask What Happened in Rockford

Yanking on my bulbs

I’ve got to get this batch of onions shipped off to DeKalb

Call the master freighter

He knows how to fill those boxes heading to Decatur

Oiling up my dough

These rings of bread are due tomorrow up in Oswego

Fingering my holes

These bagels taste way better than the ones you get in Hull

Sucking cigarettes

My post-meal bliss should last me all the way to Joliet

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