Taste Buds
I like key lime; many don’t.
Some eat liver, but I won’t.
Berries, bagels, ice cream, beer
Make me smile, yet some steer clear.
Spicy foods are not for me;
Others gulp them down with glee.
Coffee is my go-to drink;
Its aroma makes some shrink.
On our tongues our taste buds lie.
With every bite, they amplify
The sweet, the salty, bitter, sour –
Every food that we devour.
Yet our tastes are all unique,
Imbued with specialized mystique
So what I eat you might despise
And that should come as no surprise.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2020
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