Onion's Pleasure

by Liz Art

When I am placed on a wooden plate,
I'm not upset, that's my chosen fate.

The only one who starts to cry
is the cutter alone, I don't know why.

There's nothing sad to cry about,
I'll taste so fine, there is no doubt.

Especially after a bath in the pan,
so pleasantly hot, when I've got my tan.

Then served with love on a beautiful set
to one who loves life without any regret.

I'm glad to offer a pleasure to those
who appreciate me like another a rose.