The Golden Onion

Written for The Carrot Ranch

Once upon a time there was a sweet, kind, little worm
He lived in the soft dirt, where he squiggled and he squirmed
He found some long white roots, he found them growing in his path
He pulled down the sweet fruit, he washed it clean in a cool bath
He tasted the gold, round food, it tasted tangy but still nice
He would use it in his cooking, he would use it as a spice
The worm lived a long life in his deep, dark, frosty hole
He always kept his golden onion safely cradled in a bowl.

©2023 CBialczak

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