ODE TO THE ONION LOAF

My heart to you, oh onion loaf,
Until my arteries clog.
Deep fried, crunchy, subtly sweet,
You tasty up my blog.

Breakfast, dinner, late night snack,
You're perfect anytime.
And thanks to coupon come by mail,
You didn't cost a dime.

Criss-crossed ketchup from above,
As if some fine dessert.
A caveat for those who dare,
Be sure to wear dark shirt.

When sharing do not first partake,
But rather lie in wait.
Claim every onion left behind,
Make yours the serving plate.

With tunnel vision slice and dice,
Three mouthfuls maybe four.
Fork and knife make quick their work,
The mountain is no more.

But think ye not your work is done,
When crispies still remain.
Breaded shrapnel onion grease,
Endorphins to the brain.

To all my friends I thus entreat,
Dine out or feed the poor.
With Hackney's Famous Onion Loaf,
Tomorrow have some more.