The poem "Some Like Poetry" by Polish writer Wislawa Szymborska is a musing lament about the unpopularity of poetry among the general population. The middle verse consists of a series of similes which compare liking poetry to liking various other things:
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
This could just be a random list of examples of things a person might like, but I'm hoping it's more carefully thought out than that.
What, if anything, is the significance of this choice of "likes"?