These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Unique Tastes

The things we love oft seem unique.
Our tastebuds have no equal,
but when we find the friends we seek,
there's no need for a sequel.

I like my chocolate-chip cookie dough,
alone or in icecream,
but hot sauce is not something I would know
in life or in a scary dream.

Some think Picasso is the best.
Some like Stravinsky cringe,
but when it's Christmas, I am blest,
and with its lights, I binge.

Some watch for days their monster trucks.
Some golf through brush and sand.
Some act as pudgy Friar Tuck.
Some play the drum in a band.

But tastes are like one's fingerprints,
unique as every soul.
Respect we must each moral bent
to keep the friendship whole.

by Jay O’Toole
on April 7th, 2025