How sweet is the sourness of life

I wrote this for my Xanga, but it was random enough that I decided to mirror it on my main blog, figuring my faithful readers might appreciate it.

I apologize for the following silliness, but...dude. I just had my first ever Sour Patch Kid.

How, I ask you, have I not been exposed to such wondrous solidified corn syrup before?? This candy has the perfect blend of sourness, sweetness, and chewiness. My whole life I have known nothing of sour candy except for gummy worms (which, admittedly, are fun because the worms are often two flavors of sourness, perfect for biting exactly in half along the color/flavor line). All along I could have had Sour Patch Kids. But noooo, I thought the name sounded silly, and so I rejected the candy. Until today, when my curious fingers encountered a single wrapped "Kid" in the office's candy jar. I have been so moved by my experience that I wrote a poem:

I dip't my hand into yon jar of
Endless eternity of sweets,
Closed my hand 'round a Sour
Patch Kid and found a new meaning for "treat."

My life hath changed in many ways;
Yet of such sour realms I never dreamed.
Until this day, this blessed day--
The sourness hath caused me to scream.

Okay, so I didn't scream in excitement, but I am excited. No more gummy worms for me.