A great worry is off my mind
About the soaring price of onions;
The FM does not onions eat—
So why worry about the minions
Who only the lowly onion eat,
As a disobedient act
Against the Minister’s taste in food,
And from political disrespect.
There was once an Antoinette
Who saw no need for bread
When the wretched of the day
Could opt for cake instead.
Our FM makes an astute hint
To those who in onion joy;
If she the onion does not eat,
Why need the hoi polloi?
Beware the cussed onion lover—
He is likely a spyware flea
Who spreads sedition stinkingly
Among the loyal citizenry.
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