Ketchup

Ketchup on your hotdog.
Ketchup on your fries. 
Ketchup on your coffee,
Before the flavor dies. 

Ketchup on your shirt,
Ketchup on your sleeve. 
Ketchup on your reading,
Before you have to leave. 

Ketchup on macaroni,
Ketchup on your chin. 
“The poor man's spaghetti,”
He says with a grin. 

Ketchup on your lobster,
Ketchup on prime rib. 
“The rich man's pleasure,”
He says with a fib. 

Ketchup on the body,
Is not a bloody sin. 
It is just a movie,
And the state your in. 

Ketchup on your morning,
Ketchup on your schemes. 
Ketchup while you can,
Before ketchup’s on your dreams. 

Ketchup can be so slow

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7/20/03

Heinz Guy Trying to Ketch Up

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