{"id":575,"date":"2009-07-22T21:00:12","date_gmt":"2009-07-23T04:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=575"},"modified":"2010-02-15T07:56:53","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T15:56:53","slug":"sonnet-viii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/?p=575","title":{"rendered":"Sonnet VIII"},"content":{"rendered":"<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The State came knocking, pounding on the door,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">And when they busted through found quite a mess:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">A dozen bagels strewn across the floor,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">In varied, lurid stages of undress.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">But far worse was an onion sliced in two,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">With what they deemed was no remorse at all;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Its skin was slathered with a cream cheese glue,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">That kept each half stuck to the kitchen wall.<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">The agents clenched their fists and cried W<\/span>hy, Lord?<\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Their souls were shattered, battered with self doubt;<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">One tried to hang himself with toaster cord,<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\">Until the wiser, other belted out:<\/span><\/address>\n<address><span style=\"font-style: normal;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/address>\n<address>Without us there could never justice be \u2014<\/address>\n<address>These bagels need protective custody!<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The State came knocking, pounding on the door, And when they busted through found quite a mess: A dozen bagels strewn across the floor, In varied, lurid stages of undress. But far worse was an onion sliced in two, With what they deemed was no remorse at all; Its skin was slathered with a cream [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[19,81,214,48,39],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/575"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=575"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/575\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1492,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/575\/revisions\/1492"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=575"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=575"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poemsaboutonionbagels.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=575"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}