Poem -
The Knife Fell From Her Hand
With pale face and eyes cast down,
The guilty woman feebly stands.
I cannot do the deed she cried,
And the knife fell from her hand.
But I must she so sadly cried,
For the sharp knife she feels.
As tears pour from her eyes,
The onions she then peels.
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Comments
Peeling onions can be a nightmare...lol I read somewhere, once, that if you peel them under a running tap it's easier. Fab poem with a fun twist x
Gasp! I like how you played with my emotions there Shaun! Thought this was going to be tragic! Close call!