Ode to Cilantro

I wrote this "Ode" a few years ago when I felt the need to put my true feelings for Cilantro down on paper.  I'm one of those bizarre people who upon eating Cilantro feel like they've had their mouth washed out with soap. 

I don't make it a habit of sipping on nice, tall glasses of soap, but I have on rare occasion had some soap left on my fingers after doing dishes and had the unfortunate displeasure of putting them too close to my mouth and BAM- soap taste all over my tongue.  Icky!

Cilantro ranks right up there with turnips, which if you've read my blog you know I think those taste like toe jam. :)

So without further ado, I bring you my emotionally riveting poem about my dislike of cilantro:

An Ode to Cilantro

Cilantro, Cilantro so green and so leafy
To others you look like a cousin of parsley

When I eat you I mope
Cause you taste just like soap

I went to Chipotle
Because it is Friday

And ordered a chicken burrito-

With cilantro lime rice and little black beans
Your flavor is truly not what it seems

I dissected my meal
and I thought "what's the deal?"

And was saddened by what I discovered.

So many flecks of your green leafiness
Had invaded my Mexican supper.

So I picked and I tossed every green piece I saw
so my burrito is now without flaw.

One final note, which I feel I must make
Oh, why can't you just taste like CAKE!?!?!