Onion has a little brother
Packs quite a pungent smell
Comparable to no other
With roots that stretch to hell
Odor repulsive to the nose
Bunched like a closed fist
Never mistaken for a rose
First on the flavor list
Every continent uses it
So all the cooks comply
The best of banquets made it fit
No wingless bird can fly.
Beautiful one garlic. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
My favorite go to flavoring! I use it in my chicken soup recipe.It's known as the Stinky Rose... a ten from me.Love your poem..
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I would like to translate this poem
Long live the garlic! It makes all foods taste better! And poems too