After some evolution, here is the poem
Lemonade and an Onion
a cat prances in a field of Lemonade
how unluckily she stumbles on the one
glass. Her paws bleed a little bit but it's good
until the citrus acid makes her eyes tear.
Ah, why is Lemonade so damn sweet?
a cat prances in a field of onionsies—
a geofront sleeps beneath the innocent
fields. The cat unluckily falls on the one
onion that is not supported but grabs on.
The root breaks since she is arrogant.
a cat prances.
a god imbibes.
Onions are good.
But Lemonade is better.