In the Produce isleSinister, subtle decoyto flat leaf parsley
Color green ruinedMistrust everything greenSuspect leprechauns
spiteful cilantrowondrous guac, pico, pho soiledinedible herb
That food looks so goodBut suddenly - the Horror!We yet meet again...
It's been a great year!Not once has the taste abhorredPassed my happy lips
Spring roll, you looked goodWith your salmon curled inside. Hidden weed! Lunch wrecked.
Why, cilantro, why?Does my taco not taste clean?Lettuce, cheese and soap.
Cilantro hatersSimply trying to avoidA creeping green death
To the Kripalu chefs: Oh shit, not again. Cilantro on everything. I'll make a sandwich.
I am cilantro,an abomination notmeant to exist here.
What is this soapy taste?The smell, I want to die..Get off my plate, FILTH!
Too much cilantroThey put so much in tacosStupid Taco Bell!
cilantro tastes likemy aunt carol's guinea pig'stwo week old pellets
it sits on my plateand it's looking so prettythe taste is awful
I love Taco BellWhat's this in my Mexi-Melt?Is nothing sacred?
From the East they came,Genghis Khan, CilantroDeadly destroyers
die cilantro diekill you till you die from itnot much longer now
"Here, have some salad."Alas! Cilantro withinTaste the soapiness.
Cilantro in noodlesLurks like a snake in noodlesNow i barfed noodles
Stinking evil weed.Tastebuds were thankfully spared.By vile odor warned.
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