I Am An Aquired Taste

I am not the easiest to get along with

I am


at first taste

and sour

on the second.

It comes from experience,

a horrible coating to deter predators

from consuming me.

But, I like to think

if you stick around

and chip away the outer layer,

I am, not sweet, but

at the very least

something more appealing.

Humerous, maybe

or witty.

I met my best friend in Kindergarten

but he didn't like me until fifth grade,

after we had to work together on a project for a month.

I am an aquired taste.

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