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.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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