cilantro

Cilantro allergies are no bueno.

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She'd always never liked it,
Even when she tried,
When they sprinkled it on tacos,
It made her want to cry.
But she played it cool,
She played it tough,
Her attitude all bubbles,
Despite the overwhelming taste,
Of her soapy troubles.
"It's your genes", they told her once,
"There's nothing we can do."
"Just be glad that ground black pepper flakes
Don't taste like Elmer's glue."
But this girl was a born a fighter,
And no food would ever best her,
So she did what she must to overcome,
Became a soap taste-tester.
After days of delays and putting it off,
She went for her first bite,
And opened up a fresh Dove bar;
Clean, and smooth, and white.
And as she chewed it hit her,
Like a raging waterfall,
"My life's a lie, this bar of soap,
Doesn't taste cilantro at all."
Well it turned out her gene mutation,
it worked in both the ways,
So now she fills her life chock full,
Of soap-topped taco days.