by Erika Carsella

She’s sassy and grassy
A zing to make you sing
She’s bitter but not a quitter
& brings your food-game to fame
Don’t you know her though?
They call ‘er Cilantro

She’s a mean, lean
Leafy green machine
An aspiring tree-to-be
But she never will be
Being a rebel and a dreamer
Doesn’t pair well with creamer

Keep your eyes peeled
She has no heart or skin
And can’t be peeled
She has a nasty potty mouth
But she’s the one to put
The soap In your mouth
Oh, cilantro

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