Conniving Condiments Poem by Benjamin K Duncan

Conniving Condiments



Tomato sauce runs through my veins
Tobasco sauce is what it rains

Kitchen condiments and the like
Are always present affecting my life

Salt and pepper - black and white
Pepper and salt - dark and light

paprika sent to stop a fool.
Mustard dogged to hungry drool.

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