Yes, a salad if you please.
Hold the dressing. Hold the cheese.
Hold the croutons, Hold the taste
I’m try to decease my waist.
No, no chicken, bacon or salt.
I know it’s bland, it’s not your fault.
But one more thing, I must admit.
On the side? I’ll have a banana split.
Written for Poetic Asides November Poem-a-Day challenge, prompt: something sweet.