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.

---