Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

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.

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Maurice Rigoler July 23, 2016 at 7:16 PM Love black licorice, my love of it is grounded in my childhood. Indeed, any food with anise or fennel in it is delicious. In Nice they have a drink made with distilled water and anice –it looks like milk in color and is very refreshing. Thanks for bringing back this childhood memory with your poem. / M

Vera Duggan July 19, 2016 at 7:30 PM Hi ilene I am a licorice lover, only the black though, This is a delightful little poem, hope you are well my dear, take care........Vera

Tom Quigley July 18, 2016 at 10:41 PM Food in Italy...sigh...think I gained a pound per day when we were there...fun write!

Cheryl Hoffman July 18, 2016 at 8:27 PM Yum, sounds good Ilene! Cute poem!:)