Preposterous Poem of the Week - Licorice Allsorts

Oh Licorice Allsorts

Pink, Black, Yellow, Black, Orange

How much I love you

I never feel bad eating you, you natural laxative you

And how much better you taste when purchased in a black and gold bag

Four pieces equal only one point

If I have five, no-one will know the difference

Why must the other office staff like you so much

I don't like to share you

Orange, Black, White, Black, Yellow

You taste the same but you are never favoured as much as the pink

Licorice, I am sorry some people do not like you

 But I will never leave you uneaten

Oh and Green you have not been forgotten

You are not fussed to stick to Orange or Pink

That is very commendable in today's society

Wait

I am sorry Licorice Allsorts

I think ten pieces in a row is enough even for me

Back to your hiding spot

I will see you tomorrow around half past three

And then you will be gone

Look at the pretty colours