Salsa
Ketchup is what we ate
On almost any thing
Father put it
On his eggs
And a friend
Put it on ice cream
Great on fries
I always thought
And I put it
On my steaks
Now how ever
Times have changed
As they
Always do
Salsa is now
What they eat
On all sorts
Of things
So I did
Give it a try
Ate it on
This and that
And I find it
Rather plain
Just different
No great thing
But salsa
In the thing
Ketchup gone
Done away
But for me
Upon my eggs
Ketchup is
Just the thing
Copyright © William Kofoed | Year Posted 2019
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