December 1990.

A poem by: Ben Dunk.

The Onion Bed

The onion is definitely not lowly

It causes vegetative highs

Some even believe it is holy

And rank it above the skies

Naturally containing farts and burpies

It makes one’s breath stink like hell

It’s super for causing the slurpies

Unclogging bowels very well

Unless it’s prepared below water

When cut-up ready with fries

It exudes acid spray in the air

Causing running tears from the eyes

Babies nursed by mothers who love em

Are inclined to grow cross eyed and red

But for long life and sensual mayhem

Try a frolic with an onion in bed.