Onions

​When giving a new recipe a try,

I cut into an onion and begin to cry.

Despite all the effort I assemble,

My upper lip is a steady tremble.

So I excuse myself,

Because emotions are bad for health.

And into the bathroom I go,

To recover my lost machismo.

As I flex my biceps in the mirror,

I can feel my virility drawing nearer.

I do it a couple times more,

Before I open the door,

And when I get back to the kitchen,

I’m like a new man on a mission.

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