Poetry At Its Finest
A few hundred years ago,
In Rome and in Greece, you know,
A type of cuisine appeared
Which at the time likely seemed weird
To help their digestion progress
The Greeks decided it was best
For vegetables to come first
Before even quenching their thirst
Others would argue in time
That the dressing they used spoiled wine
And so they should serve the greens last
After the wine had been passed
In Rome they used plants as a cure
For illness but you can be sure
The Greeks weren’t the only to eat
Vegetables along with meat
After the collapse of Rome
Europe was the idea’s home
Traders from Italy and Spain
Introduced it all back again
The roman phrase herba salate
Which was used to describe this new plate
Was transformed into French as salade
And that’s pretty much how it stayed
In the nineteenth century here
In the United States it was clear
A food this unique must be sold
But the stuff needed to be controlled
Chefs found mixed greens needed order
They even used Jell-O like mortar
To keep the components apart
And turn salads into an art
Over the years it has changed
And the types have become much more ranged
But the history of the humble salad
Is at least long enough for a ballad.
We had to write a ballad for Lit II. I don't really like salad that much.
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