Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

Can the Ketchup Bottle Return

My fingernail ran off today with a Ketchup bottle, which was strange.
I heard they were headed to Calvary, so I knew it was a bit deranged.
The rest of the nails were in cahoots, making fun of her behind her back.
I did not know what to make of that, sad at the empathy they lack.
She called me from Hawaii, and she told me she had made a mistake.
She wanted to come home, would we welcome her with steak?
The Ketchup bottle was ostracized in Hawaii, for they do not eat meat.
In the vegan restaurant they landed in. I told her to get an airplane seat.

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Gershon Wolf March 28, 2020 at 10:00 PM Wholly entertaining, mademoiselle! Grins, Gershon Caren Krutsinger March 29, 2020 at 12:06 AM If I cannot entertain myself at a time like this, who am I to write?

Andrea Dietrich March 27, 2020 at 8:49 PM you are so whimsical and I love that about you!! Great imagination. Thanks, by the way, for my win in your contest. Caren Krutsinger March 28, 2020 at 12:25 AM You are so welcome. I barely look to see who has won. Because I like ALL of the POEMS and judging is so DIFFICULT! Glad it was you. I always judge blind.

David Smith March 27, 2020 at 4:17 PM Almost impossible to buy bread without soy flour in it in NZ. Also not keen on salted caramel which is another thing that infiltrating the market. Good news is we are well stocked with Ketchup (tomato sauce) in NZ but don't tell everyone. We like the freedom a small population gives us. Great write. Hope your lock down space is not claustrophobic. Regards David. Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2020 at 8:37 PM It is not that bad for me. I live in the country in a wide open space.

Eve Roper March 27, 2020 at 11:05 AM hahahaha,, you always amaze me with your writes. Stay health and safe and may your pen keep you active. Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2020 at 3:47 PM Thank you Eve. I thought of it and ran with it.

Kai Michael Neumann March 27, 2020 at 7:44 AM Very poignant and funny. Hope they catch up, though in South Africa we still call it tomato sauce. Kind wishes, Kai Caren Krutsinger March 27, 2020 at 3:47 PM You do! Wow. This might be a new poems for me. Thanks.