I
like
Salad
I
heard tale
Of
a salad bar
50
feet long
I
dreamt of it
My
salad
Is
not
A
traditional
Creation
Toppings
mingle
In
inappropriate relations
The
pineapple
Rests
against the egg
On
top of the raisins
Dusted
with sunflower seeds
Bathed
in blue cheese
Crowned
with croutons
Set
with imitation bacon jewels
The
lonely truck stop
With
the greasy diner
Was
not promising
But
the salad bar
It
was a beacon
Of
gastronomical satisfaction
It
even had cottage cheese
And
butterscotch pudding
And
thin flavorful ranch
To
wash over thin red onions
A
good salad
Is
a good day
To
happen upon
An
All-You-Can-Eat
Well
done and enough said
Honest
to goodness
Straight
up salad bar
Is
to find happiness
Among
an ever uncertain world
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