My Daddy Was a Ketchup Man
My daddy put ketchup on everything.
He would not taste his meat without it,
and he always had meat.
Pizza and spaghetti were things the kids
could abide, but not him.
Chicken on Sunday maybe,
but he wanted beef all the other nights
with lots and lots of ketchup
He did not stop there.
Ketchup on eggs.
Ketchup on casserole.
Ketchup on meatloaf.
Ketchup on mushrooms, ketchup on ketchup.
It used to irritate my mother.
I imagine she would like to watch him put that ketchup
all over his plate one more time.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019