O is for Onions and Osprey

I'm more than half-way through the alphabet with poems in alphabetical order, for kids of all ages...and today is brought to you by the letter O.  There are not too many onions poems out there, so I thought I'd write a couple o' onioems.


Tagxedo Theme: Ocean Five
Tagxedo Font: Cairo - okay, it has an O at the end...I couldn't upload the font I wanted.
Poem style: Ottiva Rima - This is written in 8 line octives of 10 or 11 syllables in each line.   The pattern of rhyme is abababcc.

I love you onion white and odorous,

Though lacking character when you're oblate.

Many people may think you odious,

As you lie peeled and sliced upon my plate.

But how your power becomes obvious

In this sliced up, finely diced up pungent state.

Your overreaching flavor can make me smile,

As I am eating and I'm crying all the while.

© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith

 OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Onions

Onions always make me cry

But I don’t know why

They don’t hurt my feelings

But they pick on my eyes

They don’t pinch my fingers

Nor step on my toes

But still bring me to tears,

Turn my nose to a hose.

I like them on hamburg

I love them in salad

I adore them on hot dogs

I could sing them a ballad.

So why do they torture

And why make me cry?

I love them to pieces,

But they don’t even try

To give me back love

Nor be my friend!

Is it because always

It’s the same in the end?

They always get chewed

And then I will swallow,

And soon they will drown

With cold milk that will follow.

© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Osprey

Hello, how was your winter?

Where did you stay?
Did you get enough to eat?

 It was a long flight but

Jamaica was warm,

and I had plenty of fish to eat.

And you?

I stayed in the Florida Keys;

I was not as warm

as I've been in the past,

but the fishing,
ahhh,
delightul! 

When did you get home?
I hope
you have not been
waiting long.

I arrived yesterday.
Storms blew me off course

and delayed my flight

by days.

Such a long winter
and long, lonely flights,
but

it's good to be back home

together again.

This nest is a mess of

 dried seaweed
and old feathers.

It needs a new layer
of sticks

and fresh seaweed.

For soon three eggs

will need to be warmed.
And there will be

new feathered young
to feed

and
teach to fish.

And before long they, too,
will find mates

and take
separate winter vacations. 

And in spring,

they will once again
return to each other

here by the

water.

Are you hungry?

Yeah.

Me, too! 
What do you say
we put spring cleaning off
for today
and go out for
fish?

© 2012 Donna J.T. Smith

Watch the osprey near us in Maine...if they are home at the time anyway!  Check back later if they are out fishing when you peek into their nest.  They have eggs there right now, so there should be someone there most of the time.  I think I saw 3 eggs this morning when the parents left to go fishing.
Remember, it's dark at night!  So plan accordingly.
There's a dumb ad that plays for a short while, but after that it's all osprey!
Go here: The Taste of Maine Osprey Web Cam

Oh, dear, me!

    Could this be

        A to Z
           Poetry
              OCD?

 © 2012 Donna J.T. Smith