Burnt Garlic Comments
See how fast the onion burns
Faster still the garlic turns
From a nice yellow tinge
To a smelly black singe
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Lovely poem. " The fire was too hot/ I couldn't cut out the rot"". The metaphor strikes at the right spot. Marvellous.
A true brilliantly rhymed poem about a burnt garlic. Indeed after having read this fantastic poem, I can read that smell, since I know too how that smells.5 Stars full on Top for this impressive poem
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7/25/2025 6:18:50 PM # 1.0.0
And fascinating rhyme scheme