Just one little flakeRuins my entire mealWhy do you haunt me?
Oh, Indian foodDid you HAVE to join the trend?You are dead to me.
excuse me, waiteri prefer guacamolesans leafy dish soap
what lies here withina perfectly good sandwich?fucking cilantro.
I went to Peru.My food and diarrheaReeked of cilantro.
You don't belong here,Evil usurper of tasteKudzu of the plate
Green should be good! Herbs,especially fresh, are great.But NOT cilantro.
Roses are red violets are blue,if you use cilantro in my food,goodbye to YOU...
Such acrid debris!This passes as seasoning?Socrates' hemlock!
Disgusting green leavespolluting our fair foodstuffsto a bitter end
a soup, deliciousi spy skulking floating flakesbleach is for washing
all my friends love younot me, i feel so aloneyou stink, cilantro.
Salsa was so gooduntil you tainted its soulwith your green disgust
Mexican parsleyPoached fish in a shit sandwichWhats the difference?
Oh you looked so good Why did you have to deceive?My mouth tastes like poo.
No more tabboulah.You, Bane of my existence:Cilantro stinkweed.
Parsley in disguiseHow could I be so naive?Damn you cilantro
A gentle flowerGreen of stem that haunts my mindThe vomit that comes
At the tea party:curdled skim, turned pork, black egg;Cilantro hosts friends.
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