Chuckles

They came lined up like chorus girls - Just five, though, in a row, A plastic cover letting them Be visible below. Protected, they stayed soft and fresh Until the wrapper tore, Most likely well before you even Paid or left the store. The colors, bright and cheery, Topped with sugar, never bled – A lemon yellow, orange, green, A licorice black and red. I mostly ate the red one first But sometimes chose the black And green, without a doubt, remained The last one in the pack. Though chewy Chuckles candies In my childhood gained acclaim, They never lived up to the joy Expected by their name.