I am a wrinkly old onion

Mon, 02/02/2015 - 00:19 -- ptsui

I am a wrinkly old onion

My life’s dream is to climb into the blender

Have the banana turn it on, and I’ll ride the whirlwind high

Cut me to pieces and wring me out

Press me against a sweet-smelling strawberry

But nobody wants a wrinkly old onion.

Not even the blender.

 

So this is all I ask -

 

Unpeel me, layer by layer.

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