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Parsley

Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley. Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely! I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate. The stuff serves no useful purpose and just clutters up my plate! Should I find a sprig of parsley embellishing my plate, it I will eschew, (Tho' I reckon I could brook it for flavoring my mulligan stew!) 'Twould make a wonderful greenery for a corsage or flowery display, But Mister Cordon Bleu, please omit it from my plate, I pray! Should I nibble on the stuff, it wouldn't add to my nourishment. Its only redeeming value as far as I know is use as a garnishment. Spare me that twig of vapid parsley, if you will, Mister Cordon Bleu, And feed it to some deserving wapiti in the local zoo! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)

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