Black Licorice
The Twizzlers that I eat are red.
They’re great, but what they lack
Is that special flavor that’s reserved
For licorice that’s black.
I bought a yard of it when on
An Italy vacation.
To Twizzlers this stuff only has
A very slight relation.
For Italians love their anise
So their candy is imbued
With the punch this seed does carry
And its matching attitude.
I could kick myself, believe me,
‘Cause I only bought a yard
And when it is gone, the loss of it
Will hit me very hard.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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