Gonna be put to the test.

My Italian true love likes licorice. Nice black licorice. In strips. And in little circles. I’ve never liked licorice. Even as a youngster. It’s not the color that bothers me. Because not all licorice is black. I’ve seen red licorice. But it all tastes the same. I’d rather taste other things. One thing I know. Licorice makes my true love happy. So I bought her licorice today. That puts me in good stead. I also bought a rum-flavored dessert. For me. But my true love says she absolutely adores the dessert. She’s had it before. Didn’t know that. Suppose I’ll have to share. But if it’s really good, maybe I won’t. Looks like I’m gonna be put to the test. Because this ain’t licorice. –Jim Broede