234. the onions spare for purposes (scary)

the onions spare for purposes (scary),
stuffed them in socks, a dinghy repaired to,
rowed to an island atlantic confined in,
and spent three long years (them) torturing limes with

ADAM and ALFRED, onions packed in
the third of december hanging from tacks in
a hut on a reef while the tractor (top) king
slowly went crazy from shellfish and heat

ENOUGH, though, their story is chilling and gory,
and no-one expects that onions should war with
a fella named herb (or anyone), serving
mostly as flavor for soups and for murder

the BEAGLE, so, brought by the storms to the rocks
on the edge of the amazon, abandoned, had lost
all of its carrots, its turnips, its spareribs,
its ballast, its booty, its condiments varied

just DARWIN OF BEANS, the first mate (STEW, BEEF),
and BROCOLLI RAAB, who’d contracted DT’s
from a rat (maybe), though, it’s possible oats
infected had somehow the BROCOLLI broke

begun, then, their QUEST (insects are everywhere),
taxing they took in (cuttlefish) check(ed)
a hundred new flies in two days, deciding
they’d load them on planes for the BUSINESS BUYERS

it turns out FOR SHIPS, for land-surface tripping
is just not these days a BUSINESS EFFICIENT,
what’s more (what they know, the castaways, don’t)
it turns out that vegetables can’t really cope with

the trials and the tests that modern life sets —
they move very little, for sailing are stretched
too thin on the ground, they haven’t around
the wide open sea (on) topsoil or houses

but just when it seemed the end BROCOLLI (of)
the woodwork (came out) DARWIN COMPLETE (from)
who’d flown down last night on the RIO RED-EYE
(DARWIN DISCOUNTED) to steal all the flies
(cont.)