'Orrible Onion!

Betty Grunion picked an onion,

From her shopping bag.

Betty Grunion bit the onion,

Then she began to gag.

“Ugh!” she cried and almost died,

For taste, it was the worst.

‘Oh Betty dear, the answer’s clear,

You should have peeled it first!’

Her face turned blue, she couldn’t chew,

“It’s not the skin!” she choked.

‘Then why, oh why, do you cry?

Is it the root or shoot?’ I joked.

“No!  No!” she did crow,

As she gave me a nasty look.

“It’s something worse than that, you know,”

‘Oh Betty, is it then, a bit of muck?’

Betty coughed and then she spat,

The ‘orrible onion out, to shout.

“That’s no blummin’ onion, drat!

It’s a blummin’ Brussels sprout!”

Then Tommy Hare picked a pear,

From Betty’s shopping bag.

Tommy Hare bit the pear,

Then he began to brag.

Betty Grunion punched young Tom,

“You dirty pear thief, Master Hare!”

Tommy Hare bit Betty’s bottom,

Which tasted better than the pear.

Betty Grunion yelled, “You rotter!”

A nasty fight ensued.

The tension was getting hotter and hotter,

And the words they said were very rude!

‘Tut! Tut! Such dreadful behaviour I always,

Get from you two!’ I shout.

‘I want you to kiss and make up,’ but Tommy says,

“No way! I’d rather eat the Brussels sprout!”