My Salad Days Poem by Dennis Lange

It was Red Lobster where I found
The way to like a salad,
Which was a minor miracle,
Enough to write this ballad.

For, I, a rabbit never was;
My style was never leafy.
I'll take hamburgers ev'ry day,
The foods that are more beefy.

And so that fateful Lobster night,
When salad came with order,
Instead of dry, the waiter said,
'Try lemon juice aboard her.'

And so I did. To my surprise,
The lemon made it tasty!
And I declared, that from that day,
The lemons would escape tea.

But then, alas! to my dismay
I found that reflux acid
Was triggered by the green and juice -
My lettuce life grew flaccid.

I then reflected on my prime -
My salad days weren't lasting.
I think three days were all there were,
And now I'm salad fasting.

But I go to Red Lobster still...
And salad? I don't miss it.
For, after all, the menu has
Fried shrimp and cheesy biscuit.