A poem about onions.

Oh my spicy sweet onion child,
I love your crazy ways.
And yes I'd rather have you than
A strawberry parfait,
'Cause parfaits are kind of boring
When compared with your complexity.
Oh baby, it's all those layers.
Mmm! So sexy!
Sometimes your sauteed sweet and golden,
Sometimes your fresh, crisp and strong,
But anyway your served up darling,
I could eat you all day long!