Posts Tagged ‘smells’
onion junkie
he’s an onion junkie
he just can’t get enough
that’s why you shouldn’t ever
get hooked on the stuff
his eyelids twitch and his palms are all sweaty he grates it like cheese onto his spaghetti
in bagels and soups alone fried and bloomin’ that guy eats more onion than should any human
he’s dingy and smelly and looks really strange ignore what he says and don’t give him change
his eyelids twitch and his palms are all sweaty he grates it like cheese onto his spaghetti
in bagels and soups alone fried and bloomin’ that guy eats more onion than should any human
he’s dingy and smelly and looks really strange ignore what he says and don’t give him change
26
09 2009
apparently, i’m twelve
something smells
and i can’t tell
if it’s just me
or this bakery
’cause onion frames
have scents the same
from their fresh-baked start
to my post-meal fart
21
08 2009
Consider Your Resale Value Increased
If you want to smell pine trees, move to the forest,
A grove full of lemons is an olfactory bore-fest,
Flowery fragrances just aren’t up to par,
And your beater should not have the scent of new car.
So if you seek fresh auto air you’ll revere, Just hang an onion bagel from your rearview mirror.
So if you seek fresh auto air you’ll revere, Just hang an onion bagel from your rearview mirror.
06
07 2009
Scent by Numbers
At mile marker 98
just past Route 42
I like to put the windows down
and let fresh air blow through
First I pass the rows of corn tall and green like trees Their smell, though nice, sticks in my teeth so I give them a “3”
Next up is the berry patch a sweet and fragrant heaven But too much sugar rots my nose still they get a “7”
Finally the onion fields come up around the bend Their pungent, piercing, bold bouquet earns them a perfect “10”
I breathe in deep and scrunch my nose just like Robert DeNiro Until I pass the cattle ranch — with its stinky, bagel “Zero”
First I pass the rows of corn tall and green like trees Their smell, though nice, sticks in my teeth so I give them a “3”
Next up is the berry patch a sweet and fragrant heaven But too much sugar rots my nose still they get a “7”
Finally the onion fields come up around the bend Their pungent, piercing, bold bouquet earns them a perfect “10”
I breathe in deep and scrunch my nose just like Robert DeNiro Until I pass the cattle ranch — with its stinky, bagel “Zero”
