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.