Friday, January 16, 2009

Food Poem Fridays: Roy Blount, Jr.'s SONG TO ONIONS

Song to Onions
By Roy Blount, Jr.

They improve everything, pork chops to soup,
And not only that but each onion's a group.

Peel back the skin, delve into tissue
And see how an onion has been blessed with issue.
Every layer produces an ovum:
You think you've got three then you find you've got fovum.
Onion on on—Ion on onion they run,
Each but the smallest one some onion's mother:
An onion comprises a half-dozen other.
In sum then an onion you could say is less
Than the sum of its parts.
But then I like things that more are than profess—
In food and the arts.
Things pungent, not tony.
I'll take Damon Runyon
Over Antonioni—Who if an i wanders becomes Anti-onion.
I'm anti-baloney.
Although a baloney sandwich would
Right now, with onions, be right good.

And so would sliced onions,
Chewed with cheese,
Or onions chopped and sprinkled
Over black-eyed peas:
Black-eyed,
grey-gravied,
absorbent of essences,
eaten on New Year's Eve
peas.

1 comment:

  1. most random poen ever - but I like it!
    It was on my English Lit. Graduation exam today.
    along with some poem about Potatoes.

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