poems about onion bagels

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My first bite of bagel burnt the tip of my tongue,

so to cool it I blew all the air from my lung.

The next bite was so hot it scalded my lip,

so I sent it to Iceland on a simmer-down trip.

The steam from bite three felt like fire on my face,

so I built it a rocket and launched it through space.

Now my wounds have healed and my bagel’s no more,

yet I find myself longing for bite number four.

i dropped my bagel

like it was hot

because it was hot

and my fingers were burning terribly

digits in mouth

pain soon became joy:

the scalded skin

tasted quite a bit like onion