I sit and think,
about things covered in muck.
An object appears,
it's an onion....yuck!

They sit there smugly,
rolling and round.
All covered in manure,
an evil from the ground!

I run and holler,
and stomp quite a few.
Alas to discover,
they smell bad.. phew!

I hold my ground bravely,
and kick at the root.
To say I dislike them
is a point moot.

There is nothing worse
than a putrd onion.
No, nothing at all,
Not even a toe bunion!!