Licorice
In New York and so many places,
Chocolate shops abound,
Where milk and dark and white, with nuts
Or not, can all be found.
Yet here in Sweden, there's a store,
If you want something sweet,
Which carries only licorice,
A Nordic candy treat.
Varieties are plentiful,
Including those with salt,
Which you may want to spit right out;
If so, it's not your fault.
For licorice, the jet black kind,
You either love or hate.
I love it but when made with salt,
I simply can't relate.
Yet other combinations,
Like with chocolate or fruit,
Taste delicious and they come in
Different styles and shapes, to boot.
Today, my last in Sweden,
I stocked up to take back home,
So I'm leaving with sweet mem'ries
And the topic for a poem!
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