A bit strange isn’t it
Abandoned here on the beach
A picnic they said
Then proceeded to reach
For vegetables left and right.
A salad to make I thought with delight
I’ll be healthy there, not on a burger
And not suffer the heat of a BBQ burner.
So happily jumped into the larder
Where tomatoes and lettuce were working harder
To stay cool also. They’d suffered the fate
Of topping a burger, on a hot plate.
The joy of staying cool in a salad?
Might be cause for a culinary ballad.
But all that said, I’m left on the beach
To drown in a salt laden breach.
Oh well, it’s better than flames
Hot grease surrounding
I guess there’s no chance of founding
So here I sit, an abandoned onion.
Maybe I should have been a Funyun!