I really like couscous, it’s ever so healthy

But those little grains, well they’re ever so stealthy

They stick in your teeth and they just won’t come out

You poke them and prod them and push them about

But the buggers aren’t budging unless you use floss

You’ve got to get forceful and show them who’s boss.

Couscous is tricky, tabouleh’s much worse

Parsley and mint are the devil’s own curse

You must check your teeth

A small mirror’s the tool

Or your smile looks grotesque and you feel such a fool.