A Poem Hating on Salad
I hate those green leafs, They get stuck in my teeths. You claim to be healthy,and to make me ninja stealthy. But you lie. You make me cry. You falsely advertise happiness, When all you do is bring people sadness. No one truly likes you. You'll never be as good as your distant cousin, soup.
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