Dames should be doomed to dungeons Who masticate raw onions. She was the cuddly kind of Miss A man can love to death; But when I sought to steal a kiss I wilted from a breath With onion odour so intense I lost my loving sense. Yet she was ever in my thought Like some exotic flower, And so a garlic bulb I bought And chewed it by the hour; Then when we met I thrilled to see `Twas she who shrank from me. So breath to breath we battled there, To dominate each other; And though her onions odious were, My garlic was a smother; Till loth I said: `If we would kiss Let`s call an armistice. `Now we have proved that we are true To our opinions, My garlic I`ll give up if you Give up your onions.` And so next day with honey sips How sweet her lips!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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