THE MAN IN THE ONION BED
By John Ciardi

I met a man in the onion bed. He was crying so hard his eyes were red. And the tears ran off the end of his nose As he ate his way down the onion rows. He ate and he cried, but for all his tears He sang: "Sweet onions, oh my dears! I love you, I do, and you love me, But you make me as sad as a man can be."