Burn the fields where grownShun practitioners of useAftertaste of shit
Dinner? Vile, sadly.When cilantro is present,All turns out badly.
Good soup to bad soap.A metamorphosis leaf,Bitter and hateful.
Cilantro tastes good?I know this is a big liePigs would not eat it
oh poisoned soap herb !was the taste evolved perhaps, for deterring sheep ?
some claim to like itwho are these individualsthey heed no distaste
unfortunate me !I gargle with vodka. now, when will it stop.... ?
thought to be parsley,then my dish overpower'd.it's healthy ? try mint.
Protest cilantroAt Mexican restaurantsIn the parking lots
Industrial solventsRemind me of cilantroNot visa-versa
Members, Mexico nonesend devils vile weed theresolution, done. . .
A thousand deaths IHave had, though soldiered through them.My tongue is withered.
So alone, in this,They will not listen to me!Tastes of nickel-piss.
Mother, please, tell me!What is the dirty secret?It mars your curry!
A finer torture,Oh! There yet has never been.My nightmare in green.
Mysterious taste,Just moments before impact.Now I rue the day
Throat muscles tightenLike ass cheeks that are caressedby creepy strangers
Breeze through an ass crack,Blowing up your nose gently,Cilantro's like that.
Pho from viet nam,you're cheap and delicious,except for that leaf!
Pico de Gallo,Spring rain, mixed with mustard gas;Sweetly packaged death.
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