What Kind of Salad Are You?
A poetic recipe for culinary self-knowing

Are you a niçoise? All polished and fine. Parading poshly, As a Parisian kind.
Or are you a Caeser? Pallidly seen, As kingly to others, While plain as can be.
Some days I am tossed, Tussled and torn, Juggling demands, And dealing with scorn.
Walk away Mr. Waldorf, I once dated you. Pretentiously judging, Everything that I do.
In some ways I’m pasta, Classic and fresh. Always understated, Humbly not presh.
My Spirit Salad’s coleslaw, From simplicity born; Reminding me daily, How I can transform.
Deconstructed I’m not, I think you will find. Seeking complex layers, Of a beautiful mind.
I’m a saladly misfit, Call me Unicorn Roo; The only salad to be, Is the one most like you.
Accepting a challenge/prompt from the wonderful Will Hull on his birthday. Always appreciating his poetic fun and friendship, and the opportunity to write for Rainbow Salad.
