Blame the Bud

Every pig likes eating slop; Every cow chews cud. Humans differ in their tastes, But blame it on the bud. Our tongues are packed with sensors Which determine what we savor. Though you’d choose chocolate ice cream, I’d select a different flavor. I love a cake or pie that’s made With lemon or with berry; My taste buds make that choice for me – It isn’t arbitrary. I can’t control a preference Determined by my tongue. Environment has no affect On whence my tastes have sprung. We’re programmed for uniqueness In our looks, our smiles, our smarts; And taste buds add another fruit To all the applecarts. In restaurants or picnics We may eye each other’s food, But we’ll enjoy the flavors that Our tongues have not pooh – poohed.