Look who’s back,
look who’s back,
Onion’s back, tell a friend!

By Buckwheat

Since I’ve already broken my vow,
And come back to this place,
(Of which I was scared like Slurms of a cow)
I figured in rhymes I’d best show my face.

By OnionAhaiReborn

I feel like King Mance how I smuggled my ass in
Which is better then thinking your hair dye or an onion
I should probably write somthing, dont know if i can stay here long
But my mind’s drawing a blank, call me Ser Robert Strong

By Hugor Stone

The Onion

The onion, now that’s something else.
Its innards don’t exist.
Nothing but pure onionhood
fills this devout onionist.
Oniony on the inside,
onionesque it appears.
It follows its own daimonion
without our human tears.

Our skin is just a coverup
for the land where none dare go,
an internal inferno,
the anathema of anatomy.
In an onion there’s only onion
from its tip to its toe,
onionymous monomania,
unanimous omninudity.

At peace, of a piece,
internally at rest.
Inside it, there’s a smaller one
of undiminished worth.
The second holds a third one,
the third contains a fourth.
A centripetal fugue.
Polyphony compressed.

Nature’s roundest tummy,
its greatest success story,
the onion drapes itself in its
own aureoles of glory.
We hold veins, nerves, fat,
secretions’ secret sections.
Not for us such idiotic
onionoid perfections.

by Shagwell-the-funny-foe

Shrek told Donkey an onion has layers 
How else could a smuggler fall into a King’s favor
Why not smuggle food? Storm’s End’s practically his neighbor 
Plus sneaking past Mace Tyrell ships, there’s no danger
But still a devout man, talk about prayers
Who fights for the Seven, against a Red Hot Soothsayer  
Then goes back to the boats, yea a real Blackwater Bayer 
Promoted to Hand! A Game Of Thrones player!!

Now he is off to find Rickon what will he do?
Bring the “Lord” to Stannis like a bag of onions anew? 
Or look at a “King” and try to be true? 
Make Wyman Manderly happy like cannibalist food?
Or convert to the Old Gods and let the Stark be his own dude?

By Ndrew of Typhgarian

Davos is an onion like Shrek
He’s not afraid of getting wet
His life is the sea
It feels him with glee
But his fingers are his luck, you bet!

By Fire&Blood