I Love My Ketchup
I made myself a masterpiece of a burger for lunch.
Ketchup would be the crowning glory to give it some punch.
I looked in the frig for my ketchup, and to my horror
It was not sitting in its usual corner.
For a moment I panicked, thinking of my dilemma.
This was a disaster, a very huge problema!
Desperately I looked in the pantry high and low,
I just could not eat a burger without ketchup you know!
To my sheer delight, I found a bottle hiding on the shelf.
God did not intend for a burger to be eaten by itself!
Using ketchup on food is like my icing on a cake.
I love my ketchup… a habit I will never break!
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