Shake and shake
the catsup bottle
first none'll come
and then a lot'll
the mustard from wieners
as much as the slacks
just back from the cleaners
I just couldn't resist attempting my own poem on the subject of condiments.
Of condiments, I relish all,
The sweet, the savoury and the gall.
Whatever is spicy and piquant
Is sure to be used most frequent.
Mustard, ketchup, salty pickle
Cut 'em, shake 'em, let 'em drizzle,
On burgers, wieners, links of sausage.
The blandness, they so smartly assauge,
Tickling the tongue,
'Till the meal is done!
OK the rhyme needs a little massaging. However, there is a point to all of this. Zesty quotes, such as, those of Dorothy Parker, or humorous books and poems from the likes Richard Armour and Ogden Nash are a little like the condiments of language. They add a little tang to what might otherwise be very bland verbal exchanges :)
Tomorrow my favourite - Ogden Nash
Have a fun day!!
Carol, I love this post. Sweet and simple and very funny! And I liked your poem just as much as the two previous ones. Can't wait to read some Ogden Nash. He's one of my faves and never fails to make me laugh.ReplyDelete
Poetic catsup and mustard. I tweeted this!ReplyDelete