I meet them in their plastic wrap
Doubly protected
By their forced synthetic skin
That pretends to be the real shell’s twin
The fake shit is easy to get past
It only takes a little effort, just a bit of care
Just a jab of the finger is enough
Going further is where it gets rough
It’s the natural part that hurts
Some cutting is necessary
Off the top and the bottom
The penetration begins
Each slice of the knife cuts one layer deeper
Each pass of the blade reveals if it’s a keeper
But it doesn’t go without a fight into the night
It grew up in harsh soil, through the acid it was forced to toil
For other organisms, its destructive, to Allium cepa its life
But some benefits DO come from a life of strife
It retaliates, shooting into my eyes and hands
Our fierce bout soon ends with the onion sliced into bands
But I can’t leave without saying I teared up and cried
To think of all the layers I went through just to fry
In fact I went through each layer attaining new wisdom
Learning more about the cute little onion with each layer
But going through layer after layer
Made me the onion slayer
So whimsical