cilantro

Cilantro allergies are no bueno.

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She'd always never liked it,
Even when she really 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 all her soapy troubles.
"It's your genes", they told her once,
"There's nothing we can do."
"Just be glad that ground black pepper,
Doesn't taste like Elmer's glue."
But this girl was a born a fighter,
And no food would ever best her,
So she did as she was destined,
And became a soap taste-tester.
And after countless day of putting it off,
She went for her first bite,
And she 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."
And in fact, her gene mutation,
Seemed to work in both the ways,
So now she fills her life chock full,
Of soap-topped taco days.