Pez

No matter what an expert says About what folks should savor, I really hate the taste of Pez – That goes for every flavor. The small contraption where it goes Is cute, unique and fun; But everybody surely knows You’re glad when each row’s done. They taste like baby aspirin did When melted in a spoon. I had that as a fevered child And won’t repeat it soon. There are some people who collect Those Pez dispenser toys. Nostalgia is what I expect Contributes to their joys. For recently I had a taste Of modern Pez, in cherry. I chewed and swallowed in such haste It was extraordinary. The flavor hadn’t changed a whit; The texture was like chalk. If offered some, I’d stall a bit Then beat it, like a hawk. Some candy treats are meant to be A childhood paragon. Today, I’d take Godiva, ‘Cause that Pez-press urge is gone.