The Tootsie Roll. My life wouldn't the same without thee.
You are soft and chewy. You are shaped unpleasantly.
Your color is not pleasing to the eye but I look past that.
Your odd taste is delicious.
I like you rolled up in paper,
I like you tucked inside of a pop.
I like you tiny,
I like you long and skinny,
I like you any which way you are.
Your flavors vary. Traditional is my favorite.
Some people don't like you.
Those people are no friends of mine.
If you are near, I find comfort in your presence.
But it is a mixed feeling, for if I consume too much of you,
I feel sick. And guilty.
Oh Tootsie Roll.
Until we meet again.