Betwixt the Onion and the Quince methinks
No contest is, for each its own way stinks.
The very name of Quince is a corruption.
Adapted from the French (who coined it plural)
By English tonsils quinsied to eruption.
Its twisted flower, whose bush grows horizontal,
Bears fruit of stringent fragrance and strong taste.
When Eve presented Adam with sweet vowels
This evil apple, Eden was laid waste
For morning marmalade that binds the bowels.
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