I've already lambasted cilantro in a previous writing,
(If it was a person, there'd have been some serious fighting.)
I'd not have lambasted it, had I not tasted it. I hate the stuff.
I also despise cilantro's deceptive disguise, and have to talk tough.
Dreadful "coriander" is equally distasteful,
and if you serve it to me you'll find me ungrateful.
And, just so you know, the same thing goes for "Chinese parsley."
(Old Ogden Nash called even regular parsley, "garsley!")

One of the worst aspects of cilantro, aside from its bad taste,
is it seems to be in everything but ice cream and toothpaste.

I have to check the product labels in the supermarket frozen aisle,
Or else I'll be choking on that detestable leaf, barfing something vile.

A Brussel sprout is the only thing that can hold a candle to cilantro
More than one sprout is a curse, but cilantro is worse. I'd much rather eat crow.
But with my luck, I know, the crow would certainly be loaded with cilantro!