ode to the noonday onion

O little, bulbous vegetable of Noonday,
How desperately I love thee!
How satisfying your papery sheath,
How perfect your promise to me!

Deep in the summer you are bestowed upon me
By grandparents lovely and generous,
And rich is the flavor that awaits my mouth
It makes the Vidalia, well, onerous.

Your layers offer sweet temptation,
Your flesh with its crunchiest bite.
Your diminutive size is a true treasure,
Your scent a piquant delight.

Never shall I forsake your pearly skin!
Never your luscious taste!
For whether on burgers or straight off the grill,
But for you, my mouth shall be chaste.